The girl tried to stand up but, when she realized that would mean exposing either her breasts or her cunt once more, she decided against it and pulled...her knees up in front of her instead. Tears began to flood her eyes as she tried to answer him."N... n... nothing!" she sobbed, looking up at him with big innocent little-girl eyes. Oh God! She knew who he was. He was Coleen's Dad. It was Mr. Mahoney and he went to her church."Don't tell me you were doing nothing!" thundered Peter. "I saw you. " Jennifer tried to think of something to head her mother off. "Clarissa must have dropped it ... uh, she and Donnie are seeing each other now ... it must have slipped out of her shorts." So she took the pictures of you then?"Jennifer, not wanting to believe this was happening, dragged her words out. "There's pictures of me ... on that phone?" Uh huh." her mother replied."Oh shit!" Jennifer said, taking a large swig of her sprite to delay the inevitable. "I guess we better talk, huh." Yes, I. Hoe kon ik dat weigeren? Dus ik ging tussen haar benen zitten, positie missionair, en drukte mijn eikel langzaam in haar anus. Het eerste stukje ging moeizaam, maar daarna schoof ik de hele lengte probleemloos in haar gaatje. Het was warm, heet bijna, en erg strak. Ik ging half op haar liggen, half steunend op mijn handen, haar stijve pik ingeklemd tussen onze buiken, en begon neukbewegingen te maken. Ze reikte haar hoofd omhoog, haar lippen naar de mijne, en kuste vol passie. Onze tongen. ‘Milady, this is amazing. How many books do you have in here?’ He asked with eyes wondered around the circular shaped room. ‘Almost five thousand books. Everything from William Shakespeare to Stephanie Meyer even Sherrilyn Kenyon.’ Taking his arm I pulled him in closer to myself. ‘Dreagon, you asked me earlier if I thought our hands would fit together. Well let’s find out.’ I held my right hand up about level with my face. He slowly raised his own hand and laid the pads of his fingers atop.