Now, sucking him deeper into her mouth, into her throat, with each thrust of her mouth and his hips, she began to hum as she sucked his cock. I could ...ee her caressing his balls, stroking him off with her lips and throat. Her lips brushed his pubic hairs, taking him deep, as she pleasured him with her throat.I could see the flush developing across her breasts, her face, as she revealed her arousal at sucking him, her boyfriend, her lover. Her breathing quickened as her strokes accelerated, the. All the others that I've seen have been in porno films, or in pictures."Cecilia, what the hell would Rachael say if she heard you talking like that?" What can she say? She only shares a flat with me nowadays. There's nothing between us anymore."I don't know what expression must have come over my face - surprise, confusion or maybe curiosity. But Cecelia read something in it."Stewart, I, um, Rachael and I have been no more than friends since about six months after I started working for the. . all alone... there are so many foreigners in Boston Daddy. They hate us Daddy. They hate us because we're blond and good looking and healthy and smart and happy and Americans and Christians..." I'll always protect you sweetie," Daddy promised again as he kissed the tears from my cheeks."You promise Daddy?" I demanded as my lips found my Daddy's."Forever Steffie," he insisted as he moved his burning lips over my face, swallowing my salty tears."I wish there were more men like you Daddy. I wish. We got to the apartment and took a shower together and put on clean clothes. I had on a pair of running shorts and a T-shirt; Claire had on a tank top and a mini skirt with pink panties We pulled the stained bed cover off and took it to the laundromat. Before we left Claire took off her panties. “Just the skirt?” I asked. “Sexier with no panties,”Claire answered. We dumped the bedspread in a large washer and sat in chairs to wait. I looked over at Claire and she had picked up her skirt exposing.