(This counts as words too, Mrs Inguana?)Since the, ‘revolution’, as dad calls it, things have been a lot different. Dad had been what he calls an,...‘unemployed master cabinet maker’, which is something to do with houses. He says he was poor, like the homeless people that stay on MLK Boulevard.He liked to tell us about the olden days as we sat around the campfire roughing it, making our own s’mores and telling stories. Everyone else liked to tell scary stories, but not dad. He told us how he’d. Her mouth was perfectly hot and wet as it moved on him. He moaned when she sucked the tip of his head with her full lips. Her tongue danced around the hole, lapping at the precum seeping out then slid back down his cock until her chin met his nutsack. She had never sucked her ex like this before. He'd been too controlling, triggering her gag reflex, but now she was free to do as she pleased, and taking Adam down her throat felt just right. She actually enjoyed the wet friction of his heavy cock. You mean puberty? Yeah, that. She sounded so mature. So this is a new experience for you? Having a girl who you think is pretty alone with you? Yeah. Its just&hellip, I looked at her chest and wet t-shirt. Just what? My shirt? Well, it WAS your idea. She said with a smirk. I know. I told you what I did when I spilled. I didnt know it was going to do this to me, glancing at my crotch again. Is this the first time youve seen a girls boobs in person? I mean, not in a magazine. No, not really. What. Ellen gave her the most curious of smiles when the sissy finished her call.“You poor thing; if only we could get you to see him sooner! Never mind I expect the time will flash by and you’ll be with him before you know it. I have a few friends visiting my house on Saturday and I would love to introduce you to them, so you won’t be lonely.” Bella leaned her head against Ellen as they drove across town; she was safe and secure at last. Ellen lived in a house that was as impressive as Roberts’; a.