He is a sponge. If he sees it or hears it, he remembers it. He overheard you telling Jennifer the story. He asked me why I didn’t call you dad when ...ou were my father. I told him you weren’t my father, you are my uncle. He said no, daddy told my mommy that you were his daughter. I believed him and that’s why I’m here.’ ‘Rod, I think we should go over the paperwork now. It is 4 o’clock, and we should have plenty of time to look it over.’ ‘Even you are forgetting about travel time. We would be. I could feel how soft and warm her tongue felt against me and it felt so nice. Having her go down on me seemed different to how I was used to a man doing it. She seemed to be more gentle and knew exactly how much pressure to give. I clutched at the duvet and raised my hips slightly as she continued grabbing my thighs with her hands and licking me. I moaned so loud with pleasure as I felt her stroke my clit several times with her tongue and it almost seemed too much for me as she gently used one. .Down past the edge of the town where the main street runs into the woods there is a small brick paththat leeds into the forest hills...This path is not traveled by meny but the teens of the town go back there to smoke and keep out of sight of there parents...But back to town we to meet the two young ladies this tale is about...We travel down the main street until we come apon a small ally way...Turning down the ally and walking to the very last doorway in the line of small houses...Looking up. He slides into bed beside her, she stirs a little in her sleep, then settles again, he lies with her for a while, not quite touching, but feeling the heat of her body next to his, enjoying the scent of her skin, in the way her legs are parted he can smell her womanhood, enjoys the musky scent, cannot wait to taste it. He starts to lightly trace the curve of her side, down across her waist and hip, trailing along the back and up the spine, very lightly, almost non existant touch, she feels as.