Kate stared blankly at him "Can I help you" she asked..anxious to return to her pleasure. "Its Paul Mrs Smith,, Peter's mate ,,I emailed him if I coul... stay over for a day ..I am just back from New York on the overnight" Oh said Kate", Peter was her eldest. She vaguely remember Paul from a couple of years back , a gawky awkward teen .he had changed a lot though and now stood 6 foot and looked well muscled under his tshirt."Sure , er come in " she replied,I don't think Peter got your. Ahh. Ahh." I came again, squirting onto his fingers. He pulled his fingers out and went down to start licking my pussy. His large hand massaged my inner thigh. I arched my back as I came once again, "Ah. Oh. Mhmm. Baby. Ahh." He got back on top, massaging my left breast in his hand and kissed me deeply, sharing the way I taste with me. He started to rub his hard cock on my slit, allowing himself to go between my lips, but not to enter fully. He rubbed up and down my clit, still making out with. As soon as we entered into his office, as suspected there was nobody working there, George took me in his arms and gave me my first contact with another mans tongue. Really I felt in heaven. Slowly he unzipped my jeans and went to his knees to give me a wonderful (no way to compare for me, but it felt great)blow job. What surprised me was that, even I had a beautiful hard on and his tongue was doing everything with my dick, nothing happened. No cum, no big download in his mouth or face. I could. It both felt strange, but also felt a little good… Except I was a little scared what was happening. Finally Papa made a quiet grunt and stopped pulling my clit. He took a deep breath and left my room. Only after a few moments when I was sure he was gone I opened my eyes. My pussy was a little sore from the rough treatment, but it didn’t feel too bad. I turned on the light, and then saw on my bedsheet some white sticky substance. I got a cloth and cleaned it a little. Then I went to sleep again..