So we talked of other things, as if we were still just two people who had gone on a slightly romantic walk. As we got closer to her building, though, ...he began to talk a little more nervously, saying that I didn’t have to see her all the way up to her room, that men weren’t supposed to be in the building after ten P.M., and so forth. I wondered what was bothering her, then it struck me that she was afraid that if I came up to her room I would want more of what we had done by the reservoir. I. She knew what to do to make him feel like he was on theverge, then how to back off to bring him back down, butstill keep him deeply aroused and longing for more. Theblowjob and the pleasure was driving him insane, hishands reaching down to her head to feel her hair, togrip it at times, and around the back of her head toencourage the stimulating movements and actions she wasperforming on him. It got to the point that he needed her to stop for therisk of him reaching his orgasm, and she was near. ”“What’d he say.”“You only thought you were.”“What else?”“He said you’re a twink and that I’m gorgeous, and that we are such a hot couple and he’d love for us to take turns sucking his cock.” Then there was the house party. Despite what she’d said about not letting him fuck her, Ruth and Frank had this drunken Christmas snog on the sofa at Carl and Karen’s Boxing Night do. Everyone tried not to stare when she sat on his knee and let him. She was begging permission to lick his ass and cock while he was twisted her nipples and smiling down at her. I knew I should have said something but my body was betraying me and I felt moisture in my pussy. Lowering my hand, I started rubbing it watching as he turned on the bed and presented his ass to my daughter who plunged her face in and was making slurping sounds rimming his bum hole. His ass was very attractive and the humiliation of my brat daughter was turning me on more. I started.