They did see their little girl sometimes of course,but what they were very proud of was a girl becoming a young woman.Love, of course, but also pride ...hat they were doing their job ofraising me to be a grown woman. It must have been cruel beyond beliefto have that snatched away from them.To see me having that 16th birthday, looking how they'd imaginedit...I'm not suprised Mum cried. I didn't realise for quite some timethat there was another factor at play or the reason for it.I was doing. Sent a woman as ambassador?”“I gathered that this was your friend from Oxford, and yes the U.S.A. is trying to be rude and subtle at the same time. You, young lady, are in trouble. What is this I hear about you dancing the nights away in Oxford instead of studying? And no longer being a virgin? How am I to get a good price for you if you aren’t a virgin any more?”Sharifa had been worried until the last question, which told her that her father was only joking; then she thought, ‘Or was he?’ as. I went farther down. Across her nipples. Down to her stomach. And I slid my mouth between her legs. She gasped. And thrust her ass up in the air. She buried my face in her pussy. And came.I was soaking wet. And I mean literally, I was dripping all over my face from when Hannah came.I pushed her back on the living room floor. I spread her legs. I looked at her laying back. She had her eyes closed. She was heaving, gasping and breathing heavy. I got on my knees. My dick was rock hard. It was. "I look like a real slut, don't I!?!" Steffi snickered as the wine over took her mind. Gwen was still trying not to stare when all at once Steffi asked huskily, "You wanna feel them don't you, hon!?!"Gwen's mind was spinning like a top and even though she knew it was wrong she offered no resistance when Steffi took her hands and placed on her huge chest and the other on her bulging mound! Gwen was frozen like a deer in the head lights of a semi, but the low moan escaping Steffi's throat left.