My poor little girl. I felt truly sorry for her with every stroke (I did love her after all), but enjoyed the sight too much to stop. After one photo ... took immediately after a savage hit, a clear flash image which showed her front-on, tears streaking her face, her arms chained above her head and her whole observable body covered in vivid red striped, I told her “That’s a gorgeous image, you look so hot in this one, well done. I’m going to frame this and have it on the shelf as my main visual. And said that she got new cell phone and she gave here number and took my number in return (I had no cell phone of my own those days but I managed with my mom’s cell).From the very next day since we exchanged the number. We started chatting through whole night. It continued for weeks. We use to be romantic in SMS. But we never said each other about our attractions. We pretended to be usual at class room. But one day at night in a SMS she texted me saying “I don’t know what you have thought of. These images made him smile, made his heart surge, and brought him back to the loving bed of SHE. When his eyes opened to see hers looking down, her expression of concern disappeared and happiness replaced it, then anger."You scared the shit out of me," she said."I love you too," said Joseph. "I'm fine, but I can't move too well this second. Could you please move your head a few inches down and kiss me?"After the smile returned to her pretty pale face, she did as he asked and the kiss was. Yes. Suckme. Suck your sons prick. Ah, suck it. Suck. Suck!" Peter knew this cock well; had sucked it from a tadpole to the power itwas becoming. Straight. Hard. Bulbous knob. Delicious to his tongue, hismouth. He sucked hard so hungry for more. His head bobbed as he slurpednoisily. The cock of his son pistoned between his lips. He continued hishard suck. Fuck. He could do this forever. Peter knew that any day now hisson would cum for the first time and he was determined to get it whetherdown.