4:27. 4:26.One hand slides up the back of her head and grips a handful of hair and slowly tilts her head to the side. Warm breath on her neck before t...e soft sensation of his warm lips.“Fuck,” she thought to herself. “He knows about my neck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”She stared at the clock, willing it to go faster. He moved his mouth to her ear, breathing his warm breath and brushing his lips against the edges.He whispers, “I’m going to make you wet and dripping baby. It’s just a matter of time. Don’t. No....thisseemed as if tender loving care had been given to the delicate items. Sounlike my daughter.I didn't think much more of it as I was taking my shower, but when Istepped out grabbing my towel from the hook above the dressing bench, mygaze was again drawn to those sweet shoes and socks. As I dried myselfoff I thought back to all the times I'd seen Michelle wearing them, orother similar socks and shoes. She has been a pageant girl since she was6 years old and these were part of the outfits. "It sounds like you kind of miss her." I said as I felt her tense in my arms."I do!" And then she kissed my ear.I thought about what was going on and I knew this young woman was trying to seduce me. I could feel my body grow aroused as she kissed my neck. I took her hand and moved it on my tit and soon her hand squeezed."Oh that feels so soft!" She moaned.Then her hand undid my blouse until my tits were open. Her mouth lowered on to my tit. Her lips sucked on my nipple before her tongue flashed. "How was that, Willow?"She beams, "It felt nice." Now you try," I say, lifting her hands to cup my face. Her fingertips trace my jawline and she rises on her tippy-toes. Gently, she leans in to kiss each cheek. "Did I do it right?" she asks, her voice quivering."Yes, Willow." She has the softest lips. "Now, close your eyes and don't move."She obeys. My God, she is gorgeous! Her perfectly-curved lips instinctively pucker in anticipation. Bowing my head, I gently kiss her lips with mine and hold.