”“How do you know that?”“I looked at your form. You went to the local high school.”“Okay,” I said, surprised she had taken the trouble t... look me up.“Great! Text me your address, I’ll come by tomorrow morning at five.”“Five in the morning?” I asked, aghast.“Yes,” she said.She gave me her number and hung up. I texted her our address on my cheap flip phone before returning to the dining room.“Who was that?” asked Mom.“A girl from the track team,” I said. “She wants to run with me.” * The. I tried calling her. She didn’t pick. I was nervous and scared. Left her a couple of texts and trying calling her, but I didn’t get any response.I was sad lying on bed still thinking of it and was about to sleep suddenly my cell phoned buzzed saying a new message. It was her saying she couldn’t reply as she was busy with guests at home and she took what I said causally and told me that feelings like this are common at this age and asked me not to worry. She was happy for me being frank with. “Yeah… well, I’d better go anyway.”Like before, my rejection was not at all to Eileen’s liking, and again, she had an ace up her sleeve. In reaction to my relapse into disobedience, she quietly parted her legs a little and relaxed her grasp on my daughter’s head. This calculated move allowed Gemma just enough freedom of movement to turn around almost far enough to see me. “Please Mark, stop fooling around.” she urged me, “Who knows when her father shows up again. You don’t want to have to. She blushed but didn't move away. She slowly started kissing down my stomach, alternating between light and hard. Occasionally, she would stop and suck my skin into her mouth for a few seconds. I would later find that she had left a small trail of hickeys leading to my pussy. When she reached my clean shaved mound, she repositioned herself between my legs. She looked at my pussy for a few minutes before lightly running a finger against my lips."Hmmm," she said as she moved her finger to her.