One evening after I had returned home with my daughter after her dance class I realised we had left her sweater behind. She too had noticed and, as it...was her favourite, she begged me to return to the dance studio and get it.The studio was only a mile or so away and I'm a soft touch for my daughter so I agreed. Leaving my daughter to get ready for bed under her mother's supervision I drove the short distance to the studio.As I looked through the glass in the door leading to the studio I saw. Her large, doe eyes have the greenish cast of being hazel in color and melt me whenever I see them. Her lips are just so luscious, so delicious looking, wanting to be softly kissed. I had never seen her breasts, but could tell they are the kind I love ..... guessing, I would think them to be a very nice B-cup, or maybe a small C. I've noticed her nipples protruding under her shirt a few times, and dream of seeing them hardening before me.It was a rainy day where she lives. She loves the cloudy. ' My eyes bulged as Gwen pressed the issue with here rigid penis, she would pull back some and press again allowing me to get a few gulps of air. Gwendolyn held my head more firmer and with a powerful lunge, Gwen rammed her penile head past my tongue and deep into my throat. I gagged, my eyes almost popped out of my head as her gigantic penile head plowed into my throat. Gwen moaned and caressed my face as she held her penis in my panicking mouth. I could only make sickly throat sounds as her. It can take more than that little, baby slap you just gave me.’ He mouth is off my neck. His hand is off my ass. I sense the blow coming. It feel it land. It is hard and the smack cracks through the house. God, it was hard. Maybe a little too hard. We can work with that. No matter, my pussy clenches in that wonderful way and I feel myself get wet. Another smack and his mouth is on the back of my neck. He is biting me and sucking me. Thank you, Ben Sheppard, thank you. * Books by Tess Quince.