As I came out I saw her still standing in the same place, she refused to sit on the sofa saying she didn’t want to get the couch all wet nor did she...want to change. The room was still and quiet, all I could hear was the thundering of the clouds out in the sky. She stood in one corner of the room and me in the other. Occasionally, she would glance in my direction and when I caught her checking me out she used to look away. The awkward silence amidst the thunder lingered for a while.“Would u like. I tried to see them dance but it was too dark. Anyway Igot busy talking to the barman who was this nice blackman from Bahamas. The dude was working part-time as abartender at private parties like the one we were at topay for his education. He said he was 25 but I thoughthe was a hell lot older than that. He was just wearinga pair of Bermudas and a singlet and his biceps werebulging each time he mixed a drink. “Mate, I have beenlonely here,” he said, “Do you mind if I have a. When mum and I visited in the past, I would usually sleep in the guest bedroom (now my room) with mum, until I was old enough to sleep alone, and then I slept on the sofa in the lounge. Now, since the guest bedroom was my room (even though I never actually slept there anymore) we had to figure out new sleeping arrangements."I'll sleep on the sofa mum," I said, "It's not a problem." No, honey," aunty Bronwen said, "I'm not going to kick you out of your room. I'll sleep on the couch." Nonsense,". Slowly she worked on it, taking his hot cock-meat into her mouth andthen into her throat. She was almost choking as his prick stiffened and grew back again to the size it had been before they had come.George loved her soft lips around his prick. He moved his hips back and forth, fucking her face as his tongue moved wetly up inside her.In a moment, they were moving together, face-fucking each otherfiercely."Ummmm, ummmm," Candy gurgled around her huge mouthful of cock."Sweet, sweet cunt," George.