I cummmed in jus 5 mins in her mouth.She drank everything like a hungry dog. I then kissed her feet, tummy, navel, she was excited. Then I kissed her ...nner thighs, licked but dint go to her pussy. She pleaded”eat my pussy plss, soon”this made me horny and licked her pussy with few silk hairs.I bit her clit, slowly and protruded my tongue to explore her vaginal walls. She moaned “aaaaahhhhhhhh, nallaaa pannuuu, ooooohhhh, great” she cummed at last on my face and I drank all the amritha. She. I had been home, late in the evening, sipping at my third or fourth drink. My wife of sixteen years was working the overnight nursing shift at the hospital. My fourteen-year-old daughter, Aubrey, had just gone upstairs to bed.I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. Suddenly, standing in my living room was the figure of a man. He must have come in through the garage, and then in through the kitchen door I had left unlocked. I usually took care to secure it.Although it was a warm spring. And that's it. It's just me, the bow, and the arrows. No fancy equipment. My bow is a simple recurve, forty-pound pull, which is heavy for the average girl, which I am not. There's no arrow rest on it, the first knuckle of my bow hand -- the left -- will do. No special release, just the tips of the first two fingers of my right hand to draw the string back. No sight. I don't wear an arm guard or gloves or even finger tabs. True to my masochistic nature, I want it to hurt.Ms. Andrews says it is. Her sweet little body had been asking for it, and her daily oral service had simply ensured I had plenty of opportunity to think about it. I rose to a kneeling position, and my satisfied prick slid out of her just-deflowered hole. With it came a sloppy ooze of semen, blood, and pussy juice, leaking onto her pink and white "little girl" quilted comforter. I'd have to get that cleaned before my wife Denise got home from her weekend trip.I wasn't concerned that Kimmie might say something to her.