30 my father said he was exhausted and was headed off to bed I told him I wouldn’t be up much later myself and wished him a good night.Around 9pm I...looked in on my father and he was out like a light as I had no idea what time Jeff would be home I thought I would just head off to bed myself, I went to put on granny nitie as Jeff calls it only to find I had thrown it in the wash so I grabbed one of my short summer nities put on my sleep mask put in my ear plugs and tried to go to sleep, I must. He doesn’t want to scare her, and after a moment of clarity, he yanks himself out of her mouth. She gasps heavily, saliva dripping from her plump lips, her doll-like face flushed from his use.“Why did you stop?” she demands with disappointment, and in this moment, Mat realizes how deep they really have fallen. Abby isn’t the oblivious sixteen-year-old she was a few months ago. She still has a lot to learn, but she has finally gotten to the point of real reciprocal, sexual pleasure. She is. "Wearing a wrap-skirt the size of a poncho hanging low on her hips and a midriff-baring off-the-shoulder blouse to compensate for the hot full-length skirt, Miranda slipped her feet into a pair of her most comfortable heels and set off.Her first trial was getting down the stairs, something she found she was having to re-learn yet again. Before modeling school, she'd simply skipped down, inhibited only by her natural top-heaviness. After, she'd always done it the way she'd been taught – spine. It was as though I didn't exist, but was it John Paul Jones who said, 'I have not yet begun to fight?'She tossed her full head of hair, as though to keep it out of her eyes. Natural blonde, I was sure, yet not so sure. With her legs spread before me, welcoming me, would I see the same color, or something darker? Or did she shave down there, eliminating the evidence, as it were?Her tongue flicked over her lips, not seductively but merely to dampen them. Her lipstick was a pale pink, quite.