Pulling out, I was far from done with her; watching her pretty face, I plugged up her mouth with my dick; it was a shocker to her as she gagged at fir...t. However, she got the hang of the rhythm and started to suck; bobbing up and down without using her hands. I was amazed at her skills as she took me deeper and deeper; I stroked her hijab and wiped the tears from her eyes; "Good girl." I whispered, "So pretty with those eyes."She looked up at me as I patted her head, her eyes full of admiration. I loved the feel of her chocolate skin when it was wet and made sure that she was squeaky clean when we were done. As we got dry, I thanked Mary for a great evening and night and hoped that we would be able to do it again soon."You just say when Walter dear, I will be ready."By the time we got to the kitchen, it was full with all 3 girls, Leimomi, Amy, and even Carla was there. There were platters of bacon, sausage, biscuits, toast, and grits. Everyone was helping themselves, and Amy was. I smoothed my skirt, nervously checking my make up for the tenth time in as many minutes. I was dressed like her, made up like her, and coached to act like her. With the strong similarity we carried as parent and child, the resemblance was striking, but of course, not perfect. But this wasn't about perfection. Like most willing audiences, the audience of one I was about to play to, made allowances for such things. It was the spirit of it, not the smallest details, which allowed him to suspend. Although, as I knew he did have an attraction to me, I suddenly felt a little better. I couldn't comprehend why exactly, but then I stood up and grabbed onto the door.I moved it just enough for my head to poke out. "Hey," I complained, lifting my head a bit. "Pete, your dick is still out." Fuck me, I'm sorry, London," he fretted. "I'm putting it away now."I swallowed and bit down on my bottom lip for a few seconds before I slanted my head down. I looked at him again and smiled slightly. He.