She asked me to give her a little lick to get her wet before slipping my dick in as we only had five minutes, I was a bit hesitant at first but found ...he taste and the smell very nice and after a couple of deep licks was hard with lust and before she had a chance to say anything got up and slipped my stiffie in right to the hilt first go and started pounding away like mad.I came straight away and kept going slow enjoying the feeling then stiffened again and picked up the pace and only about two. After another ten minutes or so she came again ,even harder and louder than the last time. When I pulled away and rolled over she kissed me then felt my cock still hard so she moved down and began sucking me. I just closed my eyes letting her do her thing until surprisingly I came again. Kara swallowed and licked me then moved up giving me a kiss “thank you sir”she said then covered me up and walked out. I was asleep in minutes and never felt Margaret come to bed and snuggle against me.When. I feel sorry for her. She should at least have a boyfriend. It’s ironic how she’s always preoccupied with my love life when she doesn’t have one of her own. I can’t blame her for wanting solitude though. My father put her through immeasurable pain. I vaguely remember what happened between them, although my mother did tell me the whole story. My father was fixing a broken balcony a short distance away from where my mother lived (he was a handyman and an out-of-work architect), that’s where she. About ten feet away, the last of the crowd stepped out of the way, giving Jeanette a clear unrestricted look at Scarlett McMurphy. She was tall, 5'10", something that was impossible to judge in the painting. Her long red locks were long gone, replaced by short but full white hair that had been woven into an artistic hairstyle. Her stride was still that of a powerful, confident woman. Of course her body no longer resembled the full figured 20 year old of her portrait, but it still wasn't that of.