So I made a little peep-hole between our family room and the unfinished side of our basement. Our first time trying it was one night a friend named Mi...e was coming over. So when he got there I went to the unfinished basement while she answered the door. She invited him in and led him to the family room. But waited until he asked about me and told him she'd just talked to me and I was still in a meeting 300 miles away so I'd be very late getting home. She knew he was getting ready to go and. . please . . . PLEASE!” she screams.I turn around so I can settle over her head with my pussy on her mouth. This quiets her immediately. I begin licking the juice form her pussy; marveling at her sweet taste. I begin to work two fingers into her young, tight cunt lips.“Mmmmmmm.” Sara hums into my hot pussy.I reach deeper inside her. I begin finger fucking her faster and harder. Her little pussy seems to drip faster than I can lick. Drips of juice fly from my fingers each time they come out of. Her relationships with men were hardly different. Every time she "befriended" a man it ended after a night or two of boring, bad sex and then she'd make herself scarce until they got the point and left her alone.And that was her sex life until she saved enough money to buy her own computer. Then her sex life became slightly more interesting if a bit more pathetic. Her miraculous discovery of the wonders of internet porn allowed her to explore the joys she'd denied herself in the safety and. I fought to keep my self-control as I asked, “If we have to buy so much, how come my room is full of stuff?”“Ah, I was wondering when you’d ask that.” Jefar replied as he laid a full wine glass on my breastbone. “What you have now is all you will ever have, if you don’t replace it yourself,” he answered, as continuing his trail downwards, “and with new toys and outfits out there, this stuff can get boring.” He finished with a lick on my clit.The conversation stopped there, as I focused on self.