Look, I don't drink, smoke, or take drugs. I admit to stretching the truth once in a while, but I'm not a thief, a gossip, a bigot, a vandal, or a shr...w. I'm a straight-A student, so I take my education seriously. Overall, I'm a pretty good daughter, but I'm not good enough for you or Mom. You don't want a daughter. You want a saint. Well, I can't be one, and for what it's worth, you were wrong earlier. I'm not drifting away from the church. I'm running away as fast as I can."On the verge of. Wouldn't you feel that way, if you were me? You're supposed to be partly a woman! Don't you feel that waysometimes?"Finally I could speak. "Wouldn't I? Don't I? You know I've neverbeen with a man! What are you talking about?" I couldn't think straight or see straight. Visions of Herb and mywife slick with each other's perspiration in our bed upstairs, orin his bed! His cock in my wife's anus, sliding in and out, hergift to him, a beautiful experience she called it! His jismpouring out. Good tits. Firm thighs. Tight eager beaver. Great ass. Long legs. Fucking outstanding as Sally had once put it.I watched him intently as he walked over to the kitchen sink and took the small radio which was on the window sill. He turned it on and went up and down the dial looking for stations. Most were either news or current pop channels but then the sound of an old time big band melody burst out of the small speaker. He put the radio back on the sill and turned to me as the mood music filled. I teased her juice and certainly loved it no matter what it meant for Oscar and me. I threw caution to the wind and followed both my heart and pussy as I was in that locker room with Alina. She certainly made it so bad that it was good.She didn't unleash a wave of cum like I to start with, but I still sensed it coming, though. Nevertheless, I didn't rush her either; I just fucked her slowly by having my tongue go all over her lips, but not into her slit just yet.Even from those licks, I had her.