.. no talking!” he barked at her. She put her head into the duvet and gave herself up to the sensations she was feeling as his tongue explored her a...shole, delving deep inside and flickering over and around it before moving down to her cunt. He spread her open… his thumbs pulling her lips apart, his tongue first flickering around the edges, exploring the folds, before pushing inside her as far as he could. “My god, he’s French-kissing my cunt” she thought to herself, before releasing more pussy. Maybe. He’s also wondering why she’s coming home so late, often after he is up in the morning. The paternal inquisition may be starting soon.Is she being sufficiently discreet?Yes. We don’t ever talk about sensitive things at home.We’ve loved having her around, especially Ellen. Is Mark’s date with Ellen still on?As far as I know.How do you feel about it?There’s nothing for me to worry about. Mark will be a gentleman. He’ll come home at a reasonable hour. I’m glad for him to have a harmless,. As I was there, and excited to be doing this, I wanted it to happen already. Then, he changed his tactic. He started to put the slightest bit of pressure on his hand, pushing ever so slowly and carefully, all the while twisting it slowly clockwise, then back counter clockwise. He kept this up until he was right at the point of getting past the widest part of the hand, that second set of knuckles and getting his entire hand inside of me. I can't begin to describe the tension...in me, in the. You are looking at me and it looks like while we are enjoying the soft touch, somehow you know this isn't what I want, what I need. Your hand slides up my neck and across my cheek and you watch my eyes turning hungry. I feel your thumb slide across my lips, pushing into my mouth. I moan out loud as I take it into my mouth and suck on it. You whisper, “Fuck your lips look great wrapped around me like that, your mouth so wet and warm.” You feed me your thumb and I can see your lust grow as I.