Andreas shot me a smile.Our conversation was mostly small talk. There was a bit of gentle flirting but Jennifer was behaving. I knew that when she got...the chance, she’d push the limits as far as she could. I was OK with that. It was all part of building our relationship. Eventually, we’d get to the ‘good stuff’ again - when the time was right.What I was realizing too, was that anticipation would only make it better. We knew what would happen when we got there. It would be another. Milly was wet and her sweet tasting juices were filling my mouth as her mother teased her arsehole with her finger and with my cock bursting out the side of my shorts I was ready to take this to the next level.I pulled Milly back toward me as I sat back on the sofa and with Rachels help with her balance I pulled her down onto my lap and Milly’s hand reached down between her legs grabbing my shaft and easing it into place as I felt the warmth and wetness of her teenage cunt which was nicely. Never mind, there will be lots of time for that later.On my knees, and still straddling your body, I slowly move in to slide my hard glistening cock through your thick bush to the soft pink lips of your waiting pussy. First, I gently rub the tip of my hard shaft along those pussy lips, until our juices begin to mingle, and once again you beg me to get on with fucking you.So I shove my hard cock deep inside the warm damp cave of your pussy, so that my balls slap against your ass, as we tremble. " She broke off at that point, and buried her face in her hands for a minute as the tears came back, and her breathing turned into ragged sobs.She stopped crying in a minute and looked up, wiping her face with her hands. "After about a year, we were in pretty rough shape 'cause Daddy had lost his job, and we were living on welfare. My older brother was working part-time and getting paid in cash. Without that money we would have been homeless." She reached out for our hands again, squeezing them.