She'd been moved when he'd dedicated himself so completely, caring for a dying girl he'd only know for a number of days, but hadn't realized the depth...of his commitment. And that's exactly what it was. She realized, listening to the story, that this was a part of him, that he felt this strongly about everyone who relied on him. That he'd do the same for anyone in the house now, and how terribly he'd suffered when each person he'd tried to protect had died, despite his best efforts to save. Dodging furniture i made my way to the sink and quietly ran some water. As I drank it i strolled over to the fireplace so I could look at the clock. I was stood up by the leather sofa with one hand on my hip finishing off the water, when I heard the creak of leather.I looked down and there, on the sofa, was her daughter asleep. I froze. she was covered by a tiny blanket. At the top, one breast was showing out the side. At the bottom, the blanket dissapeared between her legs, leaving one leg. I came again and again. And once more! He went back to blowing on my hot, wet pussy and it felt so wonderful, I relaxed a little. Just as his finger had done a few minutes before, his tongue hit my bud and sent me screaming into a dizzying amount of orgasms. Then he slowed and licked me up and down, slipping his tongue inside me every so often. How long can I take this torture? Who cares? Not me! He flattened his tongue and it got sort of rough. Up and down again, nice and slow. All of a. I said “here, do you want to measure it? I was shocked when she replied “Yes, hand me that tape measure”.I pulled my shorts down and there was my flaccid cock which was only about six inches long because it wasn’t fully erect. She said, it’s not that big, how big does it get when it gets hard? I said honey how about you suck it for a few minutes until it’s nice and hard and measure it. Karla was so drunk she took a chair cushion and got on her knees and began to slowly lick the head of my cock..