I can almost feel it, if I close my eyes. I sweep my tongue over the end, I stroke your balls and feel you twitch and shudder. I want to taste you. I ...ant to devour you. I want to drink down your excitement until you’ve got nothing left. I want it. I want all of it. My skirts are getting shorter, but you know this, I’ve seen you watching my ass as I walk out of class. It takes everything I have not to stride back in and fuck you on your desk. Did you see that I didn’t wear any panties today? I. “Cute too,” Dad added. “I am sure one of us could drive the two of you to the movies.”“I could help, if you want,” Westin volunteered. “Emily and I are going over there anyway.”“That would be fantastic, honey,” Mom said.“Xander, make sure she doesn’t have a real early curfew,” Westin said. “I don’t want to cut short my date with Emily if she has to be home by 9:30 or 10:00 o’clock. Remind her parents she is a high school kid if they insist on an early curfew.”“I will check with her tonight. I didn't know what to do, a lot of things I'd never given a lot of thought to were all starting to make sense, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle coming together. I looked up at Bill who was grinning at me, his left hand on the back of his daughters head, guiding her mouth up and down his length. "Yeah, so this is pretty much what I was getting at" he spouted " Like I said, we're a close family." I felt my nuts begin to tighten, Sasha felt it to and pulled me by my cock and balls to the surface. Hence Communications.” She felt her face burn again. He was definitely flirting back. His eyes searched hers, scanned her face, and paused too long on her lips.“I do art. Digital art.” The confidence in her voice surprised her, because she felt weak under his gaze. Her face was searing, and she was positive he could tell. She bit her lip subconsciously and adjusted her apron.“Art, huh? Well, Dickens was an artist too. And A Christmas Carol is a masterpiece.” He was standing too close now. She.