Thank god for Canadians, I chuckled to myself, admiring the photos on the wall. Two girls - twins, by the look of them - and a son. And, of course, Mo... and Dad, standing in the family portrait, with their arms proudly around each other.A perfect nuclear family. There’s nothing I enjoy playing with more.They were even having dinner together. I could’t believe it - the son must have been a high school senior, but he still sat at the table with everyone to eat. They turned to me in shock as I. Her mother decided to leave to a relation’s place along with her granddaughter for the last two days and so, my lady was left all alone in her house. She texted me saying that she would be alone in the night for the next two days and asked me whether I could join her. I said okay and told my mom that I was going to my friend’s place to crash in for the night. I called him and told that I’d be going to a movie with my friend in case mom happened to call him.The plan was that I go out, have. I started working on her clit softly pinching it between my fingers, flicking it with my tongue until all the blood was making it sick out farther than my dick. I put my face right up to her slit just letting her feel my breath. Every time I would exhale her lips surge full of blood and glisten with her wet goodness. I noticed the sheets underneath her were wet, really wet. That was the only sign my fingers needed. I worked them in slowly at first she was hyper sensitive. After a few. You know the delight I take in ferreting out the early history of all girls I come near, and the tact I have in gaining their full confidence and confession.Well, Polly told me she had been fucked first by her father, shortly after the death of her mother. Of course, once getting a taste of the sugar-stick, her lips longed for variety. She, in turn, seduced her father's young apprentice, who slept in an attic. One day he was fucking her when the father's voice was heard, so the youth got under.