Please dont stop, I said, begging him. Seconds later, his fingers were replaced with his tongue. This had been done to me before, but no times had it ...elt like this. I realized then that this was most certainly not Jarreds first time doing this. I cried out in pleasure, feeling the warmth of his tongue just barely probing my entrance. I could feel him lapping out the juices that had gathered there. You taste like honey, he breathed. I didnt answer. I dont think I couldve. He put his whole. We can sit a couple of rows back and they'll never know."The screen illuminated their happy, eager faces. The area looked safe.He led me up the steps and down a row until we were directly behind thegirls, then he settled into the seat next to me, immediately hoggingthe armrest. Usually the girls sit between us and I can relax. Heloomed sideways until our shoulders touched."Relax," he said in a coaxing tone. "They're right there."All we could see was the tops of their heads and their feet on the. It was their office at the time. Now it was a three-room suit with large bedroom, a full kitchen, a gigantic bathroom and a sitting room. A perfect place for a teenager who craved a little privacy.I entered the main house through the open French doors. The house was patterned after an Italian villa, with tile floors, high ceilings, tile roof, and about 5000 square feet. As I walked in I spotted my mother across the room at the coffee service. She had her back to me. I stopped for a moment to. It was big—no, it was imposing—with a huge front lawn that looked to be perfect for lawn bowling or tennis. It was perfectly flat and level and I couldn’t find even a single weed as I slowly drove past.“How big is that house, Lucy?”“Well, it has a big living room, a bigger family room, library, and dining room in addition to an eat-in kitchen. There are two powder rooms—one in the front of the house and one at the rear and there’s a big screened porch in the back that leads to a broad patio.