"Hello," I said, breaking the ice for the poor gal, "haven't seen you here before." Nope. I just moved in. Well, we did. Mom and I. Had to start over,... she answered awkwardly."Yeah, I know that feeling. I had to move somewhere when I left my wife," I told her."Divorced, huh? I should be so lucky. I'm 25 and still live with Mama. The kicker is that she is 43 and looks so young that people think that we're sisters," she chuckled at her own situation."Maybe that sense of humor is why, if you got. At times he holds my head against himself, his member deep in my neck, and enjoys my pulsing throat. Not too bad if I have just inhaled. Really really bad if I have no air in my lungs. Then, as I am ready to pass out, he pulls out a bit, and I inhale greedily. I feel him throb, his rhythm is now faster, and then he jams it in, deep, pulls me on to him and comes, and comes, deep in my throat. I swallow as fast as I can. He has a very large load today. He pulls out and sighs. I gasp for breath.. But when it was, they certainly made up for lost time and they had full-on sex morning and night every day for the next week. Both acknowledged that their desire for each other was more intense because of her encounters with Martin.As for Martin, he tried to call Deborah several times over the next week, but every time he got the voicemail. He left messages telling her he would like her to call him. She noticed that he never called at night when John would be there. Silently, she worried about. . DAMN! Young Emily had an absolutely fabulous mouth ... perfect full lips. I couldn't stop staring at her face (although I did find time to survey the rest of her a few more times). She was wearing jeans and a tight black sweater with horizontal stripes that bent around her sweet little tits. I could have stayed there looking at her for an hour. She wasn't gorgeous, but she was very ... kind of plain-cute, if that makes any sense. Very, very cute. Fetching. She looked less than 16. But I.