Except here she was, stepping out of his room, wearing a not very long T-shirt, and, it seemed, nothing else. Her melons filled the shirt just fine, a...d I realized, to my further embarrassment, that my cock was swelling in response. "I'm sorry..." we both started at the same instance, which made us both stop and laugh. The laughter made her chest bounce, and I could feel the heavy end of my dangling cock bobbing in rhythm with my guffaw. "I'm sorry..." I resumed, "I had to leave the door open -. Contemplation was evident across Emma’s face. She looked at Angélique for what seemed like ages. Remembering. Her eyes flitted across her face taking in all of her features, but they soon dropped to her breasts, and then, to what she could see of her waist below the table top.Angélique waited for Emma to say something. Anything, the silence was frightening her.Emma’s tone suddenly changed. “You look so beautiful. Gorgeous,” her voice reduced to a whisper in a futile attempt to prevent other. My heart bursting out of my chest. He picked me up taking me over to the wooden bench, lying me down on it. He put his hands up my dress pulling down my red thong. Before kissing up my legs to my wet pussy, his fingers separating me before he inserted his toung. His hands going round my hips keeping me locked in place. I moaned loudly sure, Becky could hear us and anyone who when into the dam garage. But I didn’t care. I forgot how good his tongue could feel and he had defiantly got better. My. Marcia couldfeel the cold seeping out from under the door, winding itself around herankles."Phoebe," Marcia called louder, knocked louder, too, rapping her knucklessharply against the door.No answer.She was about to turn away, when she realized the absurdity of allowingherself to be so easily defeated. This is ridiculous. This is my house,she told herself. I'm her parent, dammit. I have the right. I love her.Before she could talk herself out of such a bold move, before the usualdoubts seeped.