Too quickly I was spurting my man juice all over her face and tits. After withdrawing those lovely lips from my now limp member, she simply reached up...with her hands and massaged my man juice into her face and tits. I told her that there was a towel in my private bathroom, but she said that Carol did not allow her to clean up after sex of any kind. Cleaning up her face was a duty was reserved for 'someone else'. I did not know who that lucky 'someone else' would be, but I would have loved to. ” The young girl says sounding amazed at my lavish furniture. I lead her through to the living room, “please sit.” I tell her and she carefully sits on the sofa like she’s scared of breaking it, “do you know what you’re asking?” I question her wanting to know if she knew exactly what she was asking of me.“Yes sir, I know exactly what I’m asking.” She tells me looking a lot more confident now.“Tell me about yourself.” I tell her part of me hoping to talk her out of this, she barely looks 18 and. I didn’t know what to expect, but what happened was a knock on the door of the van. I opened up to see a tallish – five foot nine, or so – young woman.“Who are you, and what are you doing here?” Was her opening sally.“I think I ought to be asking you that question,” I responded. “My name is Robert Pearson, and I bought the cottage a few days ago.”Her shoulders slumped. “I suppose you’ll want me out?”I shrugged. “I don’t know, yet. May I have a name?”“Rachel. Rachel Holmes.”“Tell you what,. 'Hold it Markboy.'I clenched down and tried to control myself. I started to moanuncontrollably.'I said hold it boy!' Tim's hand didn't stop though. The hand on my cocksped up even faster. The vibrator was fucking me relentlessly, and everytime it hit the sweet spot, I though I was going to explode. I tried tomove away from the sensations, that wasn't possible.After what felt like an eternity of spending all of my concentrationresisting, I felt Tim lean over me and whisper in my ear, 'Ok.