Each time her tongue scraped over his glans would bring another gasp from dad. His hand entwined in her hair, not forcing her, but at the same time no... letting her get away. By now my pussy was screaming. having been absent of a thick tool for almost a week. My panties were soaked. That's when I noticed my hand buried in my panties, my finger sliding between my distended cunt lips. My fingertip lingering at my sloppy vagina, the base of the same digit mashed against my hardened clit. Watching a. She reached for the napkin dispenser without a word and instead of looking directly at her, Red made eye contact with Cris’s reflection in the mirror. I’m not playing these games today. Cris took two large steps towards Red and took her chin between her index finger and thumb, forcing Red to look into her eyes. “Cat got your tongue?”Red’s eyes shifted around the room and glanced at the locked door behind her. She bit her lip and looked down at the ground before finally looking into Cris’s eyes.. He paid the tab, then with a little help from Bill, Carla stood up. And with his arm around her waist and his hand on her hip he guided her outside. The cool air was refreshing, as Carla was more than a little affected by the drinks she had that night. And she was not even aware that the last 2 were doubles. Bill had ordered a double while she was in the restroom, and a shot of rum which he poured into the drink she had not yet finished.When they got to the car Carla leaned against it, the. "No. My dad's at work, so I just decided to come out here and play a little until he's done." Kids never ask each other what their parents do. It's just not the thing, not important, who knows... "Oh, OK. Um, well..." I was reaching like a one-armed mountain climber. Luckily, she was nothing like the stereotype I imagined. She grabbed a rebound, then stopped and turned to me."Do you wanna go to the arcade, Jason?" Unlike the adult mind, the kid's mind has this innocent knowledge that answering.