”“That was a bit blatant, wasn’t it?”“No more than offering to show me your true hair color!”“Well, let’s go up to your room and play!...��“Birth control?” I asked.“I hope to hell you have rubbers after all that teasing!”“I do indeed!” I said, taking her hand and leading her up two flights of stairs and to my room.As soon as we were in my room, she grabbed me and kissed me hard, pressing her tongue into my mouth. We fumbled with each other’s clothes, quickly getting naked. She broke the kiss.“Told. I was near the top of her thighs near her sex and I could smell the odor of her sex. It was driving me half crazy. I finally turned my face straight and went for the gold. She was wet and I couldn't help myself - I buried my nose, mouth, tongue and face into her vagina. She reached down and held my head tightly against her and I felt her erupt with her first orgasm. She screamed out, "God, oh God, I never felt anything like this," and then she erupted again.When the spasms stopped, I got up off. Now, go faster.” He gradually picks up speed, going in and out, in and out, faster and harder. She moans and groans, shouting out his name, telling him to go faster, telling him to fuck her harder. He goes faster, he fucks harder. He grunts, never once taking his eyes off her. In and out, back and forth, he continues the rhythm until, without warning, he cums. He continues going in and out, slowing down. She climaxes shortly after he does. He gradually comes to a stop and kisses her. He lies. I and Milly were, and still are very close even though she isn't mine and we also have a very close bond. Not in a sexual way, you understand. But if she needed someone to talk to or just a fatherly hug, I’m the one she comes to and not her own father. Neither of us knows exactly what this bond is, but we know that whatever it is we can talk to each other and guide each other but more importantly be there for each other. She also has a beautiful daughter whose father isn't around so she's.