That’s my daughter, always running late,” he laughed. Bobbi smiled. “I know, she called me just before I left.” “Well let me show you to the...guest room Bobbi,” he said and led her up the grand staircase and down a hallway that had framed family photos and art. One the photographs was a large portrait of beautiful blonde woman. She looked a lot like Laura but more athletic and mature. Bobbi thought it most certainly had to be her tennis-playing mother. In the middle of the hallway there was a. Her hair was too long and not long enough, while her bottom was out of proportion to her chest, which was smaller than the average thirteen year old girl’s bust. She was simply a bunch of unmatched spare parts, cobbled together into a seventeen year old woman.That said, the picture of her fully engaged in lesbian love with a truly tiny girl, and being completely dominated by the little thing, was endearing, or adorable, or intriguing, or just plain hot.Take your pick.For whatever reason, I. Lola started kissing my neck, licking behind my ear and sucking my earlobe in and out of her sweet little mouth. With my left hand I pushed Gina’s face into my lap and she started sucking my cock. I turned my head and began kissing Lola’s mouth. For the first time consciously and with her full awareness our mouths met in passion, tongues playing with each other. A grown up kiss, the way I kiss her mommy. I sucked at her succulent lower lip, I tasted the lollipop sweetness of her mouth, my. “The first set were taken” she said, “by my Ernest, as I was used, the second lot he took on the Monday night of the marks I was left with… just hickies but Ernest loves them says it proves I have been used” She flipped the pages 6 or7 into the album to pictures of her throat, and a breast both well marked, which indeed someone had been passionate with… she flipped the pages back. These were vastly different, the first showing her naked from the waist up hung by her wrists in the bedroom from a.