Michele smiled back despite her loathing for him. She was confused byher feelings. She despised him for what he had done to her; whilst atthe same t...me she found herself vexingly attracted to him. She stirredthe soup and then laid the table. She made sandwiches and poured thesoup into bowls and bought them to the table. She quite liked playingthe role of a housewife whilst being dressed like this. She imaginedshe was a character in one of the many novels she read; the pretty. The teenaged sexpot fingered her clit a little, sampling the liquid streaming out of her snatch."Don't you wish this was your tongue, cuz?" She asked with a smile. "Don't you want to be on your knees, between my legs, lapping away at all this smack cunt cream? I bet it'd taste reeeal good on that big ol' dick of yours; wouldn't you like me to slurp up all my girly goo off your fat meat? Maybe take the head of it in my mouth and give it a suck, a nibble, a lick..." Before he could answer, she. We made plans. I thought I had done an effective job of keeping any knowledge of Jeff’s existence from my parents. I didn’t want them being surprised by a phone call from America. Email and IM should provide an effective way to contact each other. I gave Jeff our address outside of London just in case, but I didn’t think he would have any need to use it. I packed early so no one would have to bother me to get ready the night before we left. I took Jeff home a little before six in the morning.. I finally grabbed her left buttock with one hand while applying a large dollop of grease to her pucker. Inserting a couple of fingers to get her amply slick inside brought on a soft sigh from my girl. I took a few moments to really open her up with a languid fingering. My 'bone' went from be lapped to being swallowed. We were both approaching orgasms briskly. Not one for edging, I moved my free hand to her nipple and began to tweak. Annette's nipples were her weakness, and I'd brought her.