At first he could tune it out, but eventually it was everything he could hear.Drip.Drip.Drip.Water drips hit the floor repeatedly. Small puddle alread... formed on the floor. The droplets broke the surface and echoed in his head.Dripping. Dripping. Dripping.Constantly. All the time. Minutes turned to hours. He counted. Claude tried to count. At least to break the monotony of the dripping. But eventually hours turned to days. He was broken. He lied on the floor listening. Unable to tune out the. The TV was blaring, and Henry was watching the afternoon cartoons that were really too violent for him, but what could you do about it? Tiffany was sitting at the kitchen table, working on her homework. Math, it looked like.And that was as good an illustration as any about why Mike didn't worry too much about having Tiffany come home from school, and watch Henry. There was no telling her to do her homework; she'd have it done. Tiffany was very sober, responsible, and competent for a. Janu…..come­ …..suck like a babyy..ohhhh dont hesitate bite my nipples….plzz have it…….ohhhhhhhh..­..aaahhhhh…..By hearing this I started to pull of her clothes and removed her topNow she is hugging me and i started to smooch and suck her earlobes and my hands were on her hair .I asked her to show how her boobs is and she immediately responded without hesitation and i started to suck her nibbles like a baby.mean while i also started to lower her leggins and inserted my hands in her pussy.Ohhh. Finally we pulled away, despite it being with reluctance, she tasted sweet, young and gorgeous, an addiction which I could quite easily become happily a junkie to. She smiled, her face a flush, her eyes glowing with the power of arousal, her body a shimmering, aching vat of desire that had now begun to ignite and spark. One hand holding tenderly her tight rear, the other softly stroking her chest whilst both my lips and tongue kissed, licked the breadth of her chest from one shoulder to the.