Sob after sob escaped past the hand she pressed over her mouth. Even now, at the rock bottom of her humiliation, Emma couldn't risk letting her family...know how she felt. This had been the worst day of her life.It took several long minutes and a deep breathing exercise before Emma was about to stand and walk to her desk by the window. The last light of the setting sun was just visible above the suburban tree tops. Emma slumped down in the broken wooden chair her dad kept promising to fix, but. Cheryl had long enough hair that I could run my fingers through it. Her hair was very silky smooth and was sexy. I ran my fingers up the back of neck to her the back of her heard as she bobbed her head up and down on only about 2-3 inches of my dick. She immediately grabbed my hand with her left hand and applied pressure to the back of her head as if to shove her own head down on my dick harder. I got the picture quick and applied my own pressure and grabbed her beautiful hair and helped. I went to be hard thinking about what would happen later when she returned ready to be filled by me.Early in the hours of the morning I heard what sounded like her housemates creeping back into the house, whispering and laughing as they entered the house. I slept through it not overly eager to join in any post drinking.I stired later in the night as my girlfriend stumbled into the room, obviously slightly worse for wear, she balanced herself at the edge of the bed and I managed to run my. Digging his cell-phone from his pocket, he started scrolling through the stored numbers, hoping he had the number for a tow service in there. A quick glance at the top of the little LCD screen showed him the futility of searching for the number, since the signal strength bars were replaced by the letters 'NS' — 'No friggin' Signal!'He almost flung the phone over the cliff into the blackness below, but thought better of it. It was always possible that he could get to a spot where the signal.