.” My mother answered, “ ... but I want you home no later than four o’clock, I’m cooking a roast for dinner.”“I promise.” I hollered to ...y mother as I raced out the back Kitchen door.I had been late once, and only once, but remembered well how angry my mother had been. But the alternative was less pleasant, because being in the house on a Sunday afternoon meant that chores would be assigned, and I had no thirst for spending my afternoon cleaning around the house. And because of just that, when. She moved her pussy back on my cock. I got a few inches inside her. I held onto her hips so her pussy did not push my cock back out. I put my feet next to her heels. I pushed my cock in farther. I had almost all of my cock buried in her wet pussy. She moaned as I was fucking her pussy some more. I put my hands on her shoulders. I leaned up to kiss her neck. She moaned again. "That it! Don't stop! Don't stop! Keep fucking me. Harder! Harder! Harder!" she moaned.A few minutes later we switched. About mid-morning I wake up to the sounds of scratching on the rock. I concentrate on listening, and I can just hear a Kukulka say, “Now I can smell those animals here. It’s like they’re in these rocks. But I can’t see how they could be.”Another replies, “If they’re there they have to be very small. The biggest entrance I can see here is about the size of my hand. At the far end of this pile is a bigger entrance, but it’s only big enough to get my head in and I can’t see anything except rock in. Well, for today anyway. I’m going to have such fun with this sweet, sexy, gorgeous bitch! What should I do with her? I feast my eyes on her; ogle her tits and legs. “Lift your dress up and show me your knickers!” I’m getting really aroused again. She is so fucking adorable. “Take your clothes off!” She’s trembling and trying hard not to cry, but starts to unfasten the necklace. “Leave it on!” She bends to unfasten her shoes. “Leave the shoes on. Start with the dress!” Her hands reach behind her.