As she watched it, his penis twitched slightly in whatever dream he was having, and this was too much of a temptation. She stroked him very gently unt...l she was sure he would not waken, and then took him deep into her mouth. Bobbing gently up and down she was soon rewarded with a gushing mouthful of his semen which she did her best to swallow. Then he groaned a little in his sleep and turned away; soon afterwards she too slept again.Her next awakening was an abrupt yank on her arm and she found. Sugar & cream on a table in a dance club. A slow movement caught his eye as he stared trying to fathom his fear in the empty cup on the table in front of him. She rewound the scarf from her throat as she sat, looking calmly at him and waiting. From her shoulder to the clavicle was a familiar looking scar. (‘Plastic surgery can correct that. But I’m afraid that in her mind, you will always be someone she hates. Only time can heal that wound. And her willingness to admit what happened.’) Before. This isn’t enough for me though, I need him inside me, but we’re in the car, the only way I can make that happen is by going down on him. I lean forward and take him in my mouth, swirling by tongue around his soft head and taking him as deeply as I can. I can feel that oh-so-familiar wetness spreading through my pants, coming out from the folds of my pussy and soaking my lace thong. I love pleasuring him but I need some pleasure myself - this situation obviously didn’t allow him to help me out. All mom would say about it was that they had been having some problems and were trying a trial separation. In other words they were getting a divorce but didn’t have the nerve to say so yet. I cut down on my “sleepwalking” as it was starting to worry mom. Besides I didn’t have a girlfriend to sneak out and see over the summer anyway. Then one night about six weeks after dad had moved out there came this really big thunderstorm. It had been building up all day and promised to be a real show. Now.