She wanted more. I was now finished, but she hadn't cum yet. She was crazy with lust, begging me to eat her pussy. As I was licking her sweet box and ...liding a couple fingers into her, it occurred to me that if I could keep her from cumming, I could own her sweet ass for the entire night. She wouldn't like it, of course. When my Claire wants to cum, Claire cums. But I was in the power position here. I kept licking and finger fucking her, but every time she got close, I would stop. She knew I. I mean I haven’t. But I’d like to."“That’s great. See you there then,” I said and left with a smile.I was looking at the video site again later. There was nothing new from Carol’s family, so I looked at the comments on the one with me and mom. There were several new ones, as always. The newest one at the top said: “OMG!”Then I watched the ones with Carol again. I didn’t immediately pay attention to the comments, but when I did, I noticed a weird one had appeared over the one mentioning her. Fluid dripping down and gathering in my hand, letting it slide across the surface faster and with greater ease. The vein on the back, a rope under my fingers as I slid along it. My fingers tightening, and releasing, working him in my hand. His groans are louder, and he pumps his hips into my fist, thrusting hard against me as I drive my hand along his cock. He holds tight to me, hands sliding down to grip my hips, and he thrusts hard, moaning out. I can feel his cock twitch. “Oh god, oh, oh,. The Judge passing sentence... The newspapers… The sound of creaking hinges and a door opening behind the bar interrupted his thoughts. Beverley Jackson emerged from the dark abyss of the cellar, struggling with a heavy crate of alcohol above her head. Crushing his cigarette into an ashtray and leaping from the bar stool he rushed to her assistance, taking the box with one hand and helping her up with the other. A moment of agonising silence hung over them in a veil of unspoken emotions, two.