I saw her dance, in my mind’s eye, saw her laugh, saw her moan… I shoved that thought away with a growl and finally collapsed in a chair, one of m... few pieces of furniture. The house was clean, and I was obsessed. I covered my eyes with one hand. There was a knock on my door. Irrationally, hope rose that it was her. I groaned and shoved that thought away as I got up to see who my visitor was, but as it happened, I had been right. I desperately tried not to smile as I opened the door on. She turned to protest his actions and felt his mouth connect with hers as his tongue snaked into her own mouth and she lost all will to resist. His kiss felt almost as good as his hands and she found herself stroking his crotch as she felt the bulge there and ran her fingers up and down its length while they shared their intimate kiss. She closed her eyes to stop the room from spinning as they enjoyed each other's bodies and their tongues dueled, no thought on her mind at that moment but. ”This time when Joel put his mouth on hers, Amy grudgingly allowed his tongue to slip between her young sexy lips and explore her mouth as their tongues mingled.Joel knew the sixteen-year-old was certainly not doing it of her own free will as she was forced to French kiss him. He was sure the sexy young bitch had had a lot of practice kissing boys, and especially his son. Joel had seen Amy and his son, Jay, lip locked a couple of times when they did not know he was there. Amy had actually. I am sure Mr Jackson could attest to that, but that was our little game and we both knew it.In my younger years spontaneity played a bigger part as my sexual learning curve was gleaned from Pornography whereas as I got older and gained more personal experience, I started planning, the end results were the same, but the freshness in the beginning was always off the scale and as such, the daring and dangerous situations were over the top but more satisfying in the end.As you can see on here.