Then I felt your tongue go in my pussy. It felt so good, I almost came right then. I started moaning because of the feelings you were giving me. The ...ibrations of my moaning increased the feeling in your dick. You started thrusting your dick into my mouth as you tongued my pussy. You wrapped your arms around my hips, pulling me back onto your face, using your hands to hold the lips of my pussy apart. Your tongue licking me from clit to ass. I was sucking you harder as you continued torturing. Though we were close to home, several times again on that train journey the image of me pulling on a pair of my sister’s panties came to me. It struck brutally at my psyche and my body, making me shake, tremble and silently gasp for breath, sending shock waves through my flesh and bones, giving me a savage erection which I desperately tried to keep out of sight under the table. Each time the fantasy laid me low I would gradually recover my senses, and bring it under control, suppress it. Then. “I should-” Samantha stopped herself, biting her swollen lower lip when she realized that those chocolate eyes were on her mouth. Breath stopping somewhere in her lungs, she couldn’t help be feel a little unbidden thrill as his gaze travelled from her lips, down her neck and over her torso. Samantha saw the flare of his nostrils, the dilation of his pupils as he stared at the reddened tips of her breasts. They were still damp from his suckling, though soft. He growled softly, leaning down to. It felt so wrong; she was a little more than half my age and barely legal —14 is the age of consent in this country, and Mila was now 15— she was far too young for me.Even though she got older and was practically a young woman, Mila stayed playful. I thought by now she would show less interest in hanging out with her uncle and spend more time with friends her age, but she lived a sheltered life and none of that happened.Mila’s mother was very protective of her kids. By consequence, Mila didn’t.