"Beg pardon ... could you repeat that?" I hoped and prayed I had heard wrong.The sparkle was gone from her smile, and her shoulders slumped. "I said,"...she started, her voice catching, "That it's a shame Charlotte won't be here to see how much you have changed this past year." She ... won't?" I repeated. That same sinking feeling from earlier was back, only now it was ten times worse."I'm so sorry, dear. I know how much you always look forward to her summer visit ... but her church youth group. Her eyes were tearing keeping up with her stepfather. He held her blonde hair in his hand, while watching her go to town on his big prick. Her mouth was stuffed with his cock meat. He was happy like a pig in shit.“Oh baby! Finger that nice pussy for me. Make that nice cunt wet for step-daddy. Your step-daddy wants to fuck his princess. Stand up and take your negligee off. Put that nice ass in the air and let me see it. Does my princess want it in her ass or pussy?”“Whatever you want. . A sense of total abandon filled her along with the feeling of almost weightlessness that she loved. Carlo was her Atlas and she the shining sky upon his shoulders. Soon after this thought had passed, she came; letting out a howl and rolling her eyes back as far as nature would allow. Carlo did not miss a beat but kept her in place upon his rod with her feet off the ground until the rolling waves of pleasure in her body had at last subsided. She led him back to the bed and they both lay down.. “Miss Johnson, this is Kaylie.” Sarah heard.“Good morning Kaylie. How are you?” Sarah asked.“Fine, fine. Listen, my mom would like to invite you over to the house for a cookout to thank you for helping me.” Kaylie said.“Oh Kaylie, that is very sweet, but she doesn’t have to do that.” Sarah answered.“She knows that, but she wants to and I sorta want to also.” Kaylie said.“Well, I would be happy to come. When?” Sarah responded.“Can you make this afternoon?” Kaylie said.“I guess so. What time?”.