Andrewimmediately threw the wig down only to pick it back up. His dick hadbecome completely hard at this point and was starting to become a littlepai...ful. He needed release. A release that he somehow knew would onlycome when he put the wig on. Kneeling on the ground with his head bowed,Andrew gave in and pulled the wig over his brown hair. Andrew felt astrange tingle on his scalp for about a minute. When the tingle stopped,his dick exploded it's load all in his underpants, soaking them. Without a word we both moved to the bedroom & undressed. His fondling of me had made me already damp & his cock was hard standing straight out. I laid him on his back and got on top of him sucking him. He tried to get me to turn so we could 69 but I told him NO this was his night. He didn’t understand but I knew what I was doing. I licked his shaft while staring into his eyes. Then I took his cock into my mouth as deeply as I could while holding his cock and rubbing his balls. Every time I got. She felt it lodging there, biting into her hand like pins stuck through her flesh. Still, she held on, reveling in the pain. She needed to feel something more than the overwhelming grief that was threatening to consume her. She needed to feel some kind of punishment for being alive when her father was not.Finally, she could stand it no longer and drew her hand back. She bowed a moment, rubbing her left hand with her right, working to push warmth back into the palm of her hand. Then she looked. ” I said, “I have not seen, I cannot comment.” She looked at me with a mischievous smile and kept quiet. She started working in the kitchen. I was helping her being touchy and close to her. There was still time for others in the house to wake up.I stood next to her staring at her boobs. She stood there making eye contact with me. I could not resist, I moved my fingers to her waist, over her ribs, across the ridges of her belly and down. She held her breath as I moved my fingers slowly down. As.