She continued. He moaned and his hips began to thrust matching her stroking hand. Thats it baby, that feels good doesnt it? Mmm yes mmmm. She could se... in his face he was getting close, his hips moving with her rhythm. Thats it baby are you close? he close his eyes and mumbled as he nodded. At that she let go of his cock entirely. It was so hard it stood up close to his stomach she leaned in and wrapped her pink lips around his head while reaching under cupping his sack. This sent him over the. ”“My god Guy! She’s wearing my old clothes! Who is she anyway?” asked Pamela, “She’s mother’s foster-girl from London; she seems to be accident prone.”Shelia then mumbled, “ I’m so sorry I ran into you Mr Guy.”Guy’s finger stroked her cheek and his spice-scented cologne penetrated her senses. “ You OK?”“Right as Rain,” she smiled weakly.Guy and his sister Pamela both let out a relieved chuckle.Guy then strolled off into the garden to ponder.“Well its nice to see my old clothes are useful. I. Finally I got his attention and he woke up looking down at me. He kissed me and smiled at me but still looked drunk. I need to go home, I told him and it took a minute for that to register but he finally got off me and let me get up. I searched around and found my clothes and told him goodnight and headed for home. It was the middle of the night so I walked fast but as I got closer to my house I got scared as I noticed the lights were on. As I got to our sidewalk there was no doubt lights were. She stayed still for a moment andsuddenly kissed me full on the lips. The kiss told me everything andI instinctively had a complete idea of what would happen during thewhole remaining three weeks of the holiday.In retrospect, this first night was the most painful as I got beatenby her all night. She was like a child who has been given herfavorite toy and wanted to just play with it to her heart's content.All her fantasies about having a young boy to play with and beatinghim as she pleased had.