’ Lowering her voice a bit, she leaned down and almost whispered to Doug, ‘That’s her at the far end of the counter. Are you that guy she’s wa...ting for?’ ‘Huh?’ Doug dared not look just yet, but he could scarcely believe his luck. ‘No! No, thanks. I’m just a family friend. Haven’t seen her since we were kids, so I probably wouldn’t recognize her now.’ ‘I don’t know about that,’ the waitress told him. ‘She’s the same mousy little thing she was then, really.’ ‘What?!’ Doug couldn’t hide his. If I need any more hands to keep you still, I might just need to find some rope or tape.”I stopped moving then.“Good girl,” he cooed.He watched me for a second more before he released me and used his hands to spread my pussy lips open wide.Cool air touched warm and rarely exposed flesh, but that sensation didn’t last long before Xander bent and gave my cunt a nice, long, slow lick from asshole to clit. He settled there lightly tracing his tongue around and around the sensitive nub while two of. Oh, I thought, two weeks of whacking off dreaming about her around the house. I was going to be worn down to a nub. Oh, well, a happy nub.The first couple of days were uneventful, except for my jacking-off every couple of hours thinking of Kristen sleeping in my parent's room just a few feet away from my room.Kristen was cool, wasn't as strict as she used to be and told me that she had learned a lot being on her own and that I was old enough to pretty much do what I wanted to do.About the third. I continued to hit her g spot until she squirted like a strong wave of water coming down from a waterfall. I could feel the pressure of her when she came. Her mind went blank for a few seconds. It took almost a minute to regain her conscious.M: So how did I do?S: Oh my god. That was intense. You did pretty awesomely for a rookie, in fact, you are the second person who made me squirt.M: Second? Then who is the first one?S: With an American guy.M: How in the world you got an American guy?S: I.