“Why don’t you read a book instead of tapping away on that thing,” she huffed, “god knows what you find to do on it all day.”“I do lots of...things,” he replied, “l play my golf game with people all over the world, l don’t know why you get so bothered about it, l don’t complain about you reading those trashy novels.”“They’re not trashy,” she replied, “just because they’re not full of the filth you find in modern novels, they are good wholesome stories.”Harry decided to end the conversation there,. Sleepily I pulled down my undershorts and crawled up onto his bed, a bed left empty by my mother's departure several weeks ago, and laid on my back with my arms at my side waiting. He slipped off his shorts and got on the bed next to me. His small cock was already erect and he laid almost on top of me kissing me on my mouth sticking his tongue between my lips while running his hands over my nude body. Again he took my hand and curled it around his cock while he kissed me full on my mouth and. " "I don't think so, young man," I told him. "Your sister could come in here any moment, not to mention your Dad might finish golf early and come in here." "I'll be quick," he said with a grin. "It'll just be me coming in here." He pulled his shorts down just enough to free his cock and started stroking it, right there in the kitchen. Damn, he had a great cock! I backed up a bit and motioned him over. "Would you like to have something to look at while you do that?" I asked him, motioning to the. She could almost feel a gentle pulsing in the rigid marble as it took her again and again. It seemed to reach spots and cause sensations she had never experienced and soon she was overwhelmed. The rush came from deep inside, shooting up her spine, erupting from her nipples as she felt them brush his cool chest, finally to burst within her head in wave after wave of orgasm. Kathryn rested her forehead against his shoulder, every movement sending white hot sparks through her over sensitized.