I think Emily wanted it as a memento of her first date.I walked Emily up to her door while dad waited in the car, his head turned away. "My Dad's not ...atching," I said.Emily looked at the car, then back. "My Dad's not watching." She looked up at me.I took her in my arms and kissed her, just lips at first but it grew into a long passionate kiss. She had a dreamy look in her eyes when we parted. "Night." Yeah, night," she said as she slipped into the house.Mrs. Durand was waiting up. She was. I have to get to work.” He ran the usual gauntlet of women using the bathroom. You had to time it exactly to get in; he did think of claiming a right to always have access. He would think about that again; after yesterday. In fact, he and Cheryl had only ever locked the door when having a shit. Maybe it was time to introduce that to the mix? He thought of the girls sitting on the toilet having a pee whilst he shaved; and got an erection. He thought of the girls having a shower whilst he had a. She was whimpering, groaning, moaning and uttering the every obscenity as he flicked the contours of her pussy. Then her voice went up two octaves when he managed to squeeze his hand up between her legs so that he could stretch back her groove with his middle finger.When she came she began to scream and to pound her ass up and down on his face until he was having a job to breath. Grabbing her waist with both hands he pushed her away so that she could lower herself on his dick. In spite of the. .. into your mouth?”Harriet nodded. She knew her face was beet-red.“I took Andrew’s once, too,” Lucy admitted. “And did he like it! It was good for me, too. He lasted much longer when he horsed me afterwards.”“Lucy!” Harriet was shocked.“What? You know that Andrew and I did not just hold hands.”“Didn’t it hurt, Lucy?”“Not with Andrew. He wasn’t my first, after all. No, it is wonderful when your lover fills you. I hated it with the prison guards, but with Andrew it was right, because I love.