At least Terry thought so. He put it on his head and rushed down the corridor to answer the door.The girl on the other side took Terry's breath away.H...'d expected sexy. He'd expected fit. He'd expected raunchy.What he hadn't expected was a beauty that looked as if she'd stepped straight out of the pages of a fairytale to pluck at his heartstrings as if they were an exquisite harp. How to even describe her?Her skin was pale like fresh snow.No, that was the wrong metaphor. Snow is cold,. Ein kleiner Teil von ihm fing an sich dagegen zu wehren.Versuchte die Hand von seinem Schwanz zu nehmen.Versuchte aufzuhören auf diese Titten zu starren.Versuchte aufzuhören sich vorzustellen wie sein Ficksaft über sie flossVersuchte aufzuhören daran zu denken das er ein guter Diener sei.Aber er konnte es einfach nicht. So sehr er sich auch bemühte… er wollte einfach nur noch abspritzen…Und dann war es endlich so weit. Sein Verstand gab einfach auf. Er spürte wie ein nicht enden wollender. The memory of his first fuck kept repeating in his mind. Missy had been so damn hot. She had gone wild on his dick and cum so many times. His eyes drifted downward. He was rock hard just thinking about her. His dick was tenting the loose leg of his shorts.OH SHIT, his mind screamed. He had a full fucking hard-on right in front of his mother. He glanced her way just as she sniffed, cleared her throat and turned the page of her newspaper. Good ... it looked as if she had been engrossed in some. It was about two months later that the really weird thing happened.I'd taken a day off work to get my car serviced. It needed some minor work beyond an oil change. Sandra had been out late the night before and was tucked away in her room. I got up around seven, my usual time, and headed into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. Before walking into the kitchen, I could have sworn I smelled coffee. I figured I was just anticipating it, shrugging it off to my imagination. When I entered the kitchen.