She always wore her blond hair short. She have small breast but she would always look good in a bikini. Her sister is Claire. She’s a year older tha... me and never really acknowledges my presence even if I tried a couple of times. She has long blonde hair and a killer body, not as athletic as her sister but bigger breast. We talked a couple of times but only as friends and never more to my sorrow. She currently in reflection for her studies and is not going to school so she moved back with her. My hand masterfully slides down to his balls, gently rubbing as I begin to fuck my mouth with his cock. A deep, masculine groan escapes his throat, causing my insides to tighten again. This feeling causes me to move my mouth up and down on his cock even faster, allowing me to take the final inch into my throat. His hips begin to rock back and forth, picking up speed as they go. “Jesus fucking Christ!” he spits through gritted teeth.Suddenly, he stops and in a quick, single move, lifts me up and. The thought did give me pause to think though. Not because of the risks involved in staying in the cave but because I suddenly realized that I had gotten comfortable asking for things from our 'benefactors' in the last short week. Before I had always been worried about demanding too much and upsetting our 'benefactors' to the point they abandoned us. Now I didn't care."Which would you prefer?" I asked my daughter.,"Well," Lizzy said, drawing out her reply, "if we stayed in the camper, the. .. you know,” she smiled.“I remember,” I smiled.We sat and talked, catching up on the years we had been apart. She had given birth while living with her aunt and uncle. When she could go to work, Rosalia sold vegetables in the market while her aunt watched Sarita.She applied for a work visa to come to America but was denied. She thought of crossing the border again but the risk of doing so with a child was too great. As years passed, border patrols grew stronger and the option of sneaking.