She screamed again, and Bridget kept on fucking . . . Downstairs, almost at the opposite end of the lavish house, George sat at the desk in his darken...d study, hunched over his glowing laptop. His breathing was heavy and his face sweaty and flushed from the show that he had enjoyed for the last half hour. His trousers were in a crumpled heap around his ankles and he was speedily pumping his cock as he took in the scene that was unfolding on the screen in front of him. Bridget had never noticed. "Mom said, "OK, no choice; however, you cannot let your father see thatnail polish. Clean your make-up off and go to your room. I will bringyou dinner and tell your father you are studying for a test."I did as I was told, Mom brought me my dinner and when she returned forthe plate, she said, "Put these driving gloves on when you leave forschool, you will have to take your bike. The gloves are to protect yourknuckles, remember that road rash you had last year."I said, "Thanks Mom."Her plan. My father came into the room,and they both gave me confused stare."He's...well he's..." I found myself in the same position I was in lastnight. I heard the clicking of heels, and saw Leah coming in."What's going on?" she asked."Sam didn't come home last night," my mother said. "And now this girl isclaiming to be psychic. She said he's fine." I'm sure there's a perfectly logical explanation," Leah said, but Icould see her nervousness. "Right Emily?" Yes, of course," I said. But there was none.. “Do you like me doing that?”“Yesssss!” “Will you suck me?” He asked meekly. Sally looked up at him. “I don’t know how!”“Well, you just put your mouth around it and lick it as you bob your head.”“What if you don’t like it?” She asked nervously.Ian laughed, “You could be the worst in the world, and I’d still love it.”Sally smiled. “Yeah right.” But she got up anyway. Her friend Debra had told her how to do it since she did it with her boyfriend all the time. Sally had told Debra how she had met.