For a moment she worked her face into all those funny expressions we take for granted and when she felt satisfied she said, "Thank you." Her voice was...dry. She hadn't had even the ability to swallow to wet her throat.I looked around at my girls. They had sat up or stood to see the changes. There were nods and smiles. Carrie smiled back. She was pleased with the sight of new faces, but her eyes returned to me. I was her hero for the moment. I met those eyes and felt her fleeting happiness. I. I wouldn’t haven been able to stop thinking about how The Landlord was sitting on my couch, legs spread with me on my knees between them. His speedo pulled down under his balls, my right hand stroking his cock, my mouth open, tongue just touching the tip of his cock and him exploding the biggest load of cum I have ever experienced. I had warning that he was about to cum, I was expecting it but it still surprised me the volume of man juicy that came rushing at my face.Unlike me, I couldn’t. No. Not that reply. “Olivia, no, you can’t help me. Your mom would kill both of us.”“I was just asking.”I had all of the excitement I could stand. I told Olivia to go to bed and we could talk more tomorrow. I headed to the usual spare room to spend the night. Robin had previously mentioned that she wanted me to watch Olivia but did not want Olivia to complain about the babysitter. I went in the room and opened my computer. I stripped out of my clothes and made sure the door was locked. . "I hate doing it." I ain't complaining," I said.With my dick hard, I climbed in between her legs, and pressed the head of my cock up against her cunt. I ran it up and down a few times, just like a credit card. Then without warning, she grabbed my shaft and guided me in. Her warm pussy felt so inviting on that cold, mountain night. I started thrusting, but didn't get to go for very long before I bashed my knee on a rock. "Maybe missionary's not the best for tent sex," Kat said.I pulled out, and.