...bien?- Parle, dis-moi, je ne vais pas te manger. As-tu respect? tesengagements?- Euh...oui, oui...oui, tatie.- Ne m'appelle pas comme ?a! Ca fait l... m?chante mar?tre du conte def?e! Tu sais, ? partir de lundi, nous reprenons l'?cole, je comptem'occuper de toi s?rieusement, d'autant que l'Education Nationale noussurveille de pr?s. Je me suis engag?e pour toi! Bon, tu veux savoir ceque je te ram?ne?- Oui!!!!Emma arriva par la porte de derri?re, avec un petit panier, recouvertd'une serviette.. She looked breathtaking. She stood there for a second or two as I drank in the beauty I was witnessing. Then she slowly and seductively raised her hand and curled her finger at me, indicating she wanted me to follow her. Well I didn't need a second invite! I got up off the couch, taking the two glasses of wine with me and followed my angel into the bedroom. As I entered the room she wrapped her arms around me and we kissed some more. Then she stepped away from me and walked over to the bed. As. He was all angles and planes, his nose perfectly straight, mouth broad. His chin was angular, cheeks high. She could see his American Indian heritage, his hair so dark, almost glossy.She knew he was of Cheyenne descent from his comment on languages, but how had he ended up in government service?Dad had told her to trust him, and she did, implicitly, although she didn’t understand why. Was it because she felt so comfortable around him? In fact, it was proving to be fun to tease him. He’d become. His lips were soft, fine and thin and his tongue was perfect. He dragged his tongue from my neck down to my breasts. He did not remove my bra, just breathed his hot breath on them as he passed them on his way towards my belly. He re-wet his tongue and licked around my belly button. He continued to crawl backwards and his lips and tongue never left my skin. I was moaning and quivering with his licks and kisses. He reached my panties and could see that my panties clung to my wet pussy. He pulled.