..you know how to make those, don’t you?” came the reply as our eyes locked with each other. I was falling...falling...I quickly came back to real...ty and asked her “Callie, does your Mom know you're here?” Quickly, my thoughts went to her Dad, Mike, whom Rhonda divorced a couple years ago. He would kill me if he knew what I was thinking, but honestly, I didn't care. I never really liked the guy. He moved to California with his new girlfriend shortly after the divorce so he never spent any time. Soonshe was thrusting furiously against my hand as she came, lips crushingmine and tongue deep in my mouth. I was not far behind. Salwa kneltdown, pulled my pantyhose to my knees and took me deep in her mouth. Itdidn't take long and I came again into her waiting mouth. She took itall, looking at me with those big eyes.She stood up and kissed me. Just like this morning I could taste my cumin her mouth and she must have kept some back as I was forced to sharethe taste and swallow down the rest. I. I was about to tell her to get some perspective, but then I thought better of it. "OK, I'll get permission." I gave her the map. "Hang on to that. You can show it to Mom and Dad if I don't get home on time." I put my coat on and carefully wound the string of the pointer onto the pencil and gently put it in a coat pocket.I picked up my guitar. "You go up first and turn into the kitchen so that you're mostly blocking the view as I put my guitar in the garage. I don't want people asking questions. A plain face bordered by a-bit-longer-than-shoulder-length hair, brown eyes. Slim shoulders with toned gymnasts arms, and a petite frame. Glancing down, Michelle was a little disappointed with her boobs. While well formed and very firm, they were slightly smaller than peaches. Two little balls capped off with little pinkish-colored nipples. Like many girls who were still growing boob-wise, she had trouble finding bras that fit right - Michelle floated somewhere between an A and B cup, slightly.