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The Bartender's Daughter and Me

(Author's note: This story was formerly titled "Sordid Affair with Cousin's Daughter". It was removed by xHamster, apparently because a reader or readers had objected to a particular element that they found to be objectionable. I have made some changes that will, hopefully, satisfy their complaint. This is one of the most enjoyable stories I have ever written and I felt that a rewrite was warranted.)

By billy69boy

Friday got here at last: I had the whole weekend ahead of me to try to forget about my hot, grimy, sweaty job at the steel mill. Plus, it was payday, which meant stopping off at the local gin joint for a grease burger and a few beers. It wasn't much of a way to celebrate, but in this rundown old part of a dying city, it would have to do. A bunch of other hardhats did the Friday ritual as well and we tried to whoop it up some and pretend we were having the time of our lives. We'd rub elbows, talk trash and act all macho for the sad sack barmaids who barely paid us any mind. They knew the deal as well as any of us: the steel mill was slowly going the way of so many other U.S. manufacturing jobs. More people were buying their steel from China and Russia because it was cheaper: never mind that their product was lower in quality. So, all our carrying on was just so much false bravado; gallows humor, that's all it was. We were all living paycheck to paycheck, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

So, with this grim backdrop that we were all up against, there wasn't much positive going on to get worked up over. Whether out of boredom or desperation or both, I sort of began to take a liking to one of the skinny, hollow-eyed barmaids. I would talk her up a little when things quieted down some after Happy Hour. She was a local girl named Alma, a redhead with the whitest skin I ever saw. She had a small apartment nearby: a third floor walk up, which put it at the same level as the loud, stinking El trains that whizzed by her windows every few minutes, or so it seemed. She was pleasant enough, but there was a sad sort of distance in her eyes, which I later found out, had to do with her brutal upbringing and whatever street junk she was strung out on. She certainly wasn't the only addict in this shit-hole of a town, but I felt sorry for her. I guess if I didn't get tested for the shit at work, I might've been one of them too.

Turns out, despite her regular bar job, she wasn't against making a few extra bucks by taking guys home with her after work for a quick roll in the hay. A twenty dollar bill was usually all it took, and I admit I had a turn or two thrashing around on her creaky bed for a few minutes of empty passion. I'm in my mid-forties, divorced long ago, and I kind of live in the moment, with not much ambition or hope for the future. I am a hard worker, though, and my union card means a lot to me. I make decent money for someone with just a high school diploma, and I have health benefits and maybe even a pension to look forward to, unless the mill goes belly up before I retire. But that's about all I have to speak of. Sure, there are the few old schoolmates that I see in the neighborhood from time to time, but I'm not real close to anyone. I get along okay with my parents, but they moved down to Florida a few years ago, so I don't see them too often.

So, I've bitched enough about this dead end job in a city that is deteriorating before my very eyes. I have a story to share, and I'm not really proud of it. But it's something that I'm responsible for, and I pretty much own it. Sorry if it makes you mad. I understand, really I do. You can go ahead and judge me, but the truth is, it doesn't much matter to me one way or the other. You can quit reading anytime you want.

One Friday night, I stayed at the bar until Alma's shift was over at ten o'clock. She had opened the place for the lunch crowd, so she was dead tired. Alma and I had arranged to chill at her place for a while. By now, I was familiar with the drill: put a twenty on her nightstand, strip down, and wait for her to come back from the bathroom. The intense whooshing of the trains rushing past her bedroom window always shocked the shit out of me, and I don't think I could ever get used to them. Somehow, Alma never seemed to notice.

She came to bed wearing a sheer nightie, I guess to be polite. We never actually kissed each other very much. We cuddled and groaned and felt each other up until we were both ready to go. I doubt if she was into it at all: she probably faked the whole thing. But it wasn't like we were lovers or anything. I was there to get my twenty dollars' worth, and she wanted me to finish up as quickly as possible so she could get some shuteye. I always popped a half of a blue pill right before we left the bar, so by the time we got to her place, I was able to give her a pretty good pounding before I shot my load. I don't know if she even had any idea: maybe she just thought I had a lot of stamina.

So, on this particular night, Alma had taken the top position, and she was riding me with quite a bit of intensity, causing her bed springs to squeal as they strained underneath our bouncing bodies. The headboard kept banging against the wall, and even though it was still pretty early for a Friday night, more than one of her neighbors took to banging on their side of the wall in protest. Alma ignored them as easily as she did the El trains. Hell, I didn't care: they weren't my neighbors. But a strange thing happened: because I was on my back, I could see her bedroom doorway from my position. I swore I saw a dark figure standing in the shadows just outside the door frame. I didn't say or do anything. I just kept watching as we continued to pound her mattress into oblivion. It wasn't until then that I even noticed that Alma had no actual door in her bedroom. I guess it didn't really matter if no one else lived there; which made the mysterious silhouette I noticed even that much more intriguing.

When we grunted our last grunt, Alma got off and smoothed out her tiny nightgown as she trotted off to the bathroom. Funny that I used those words to describe her, because I think she actually "got off" that night. Satisfied with my artificially enhanced sexual prowess, I bounced out of bed and headed to the kitchen to find something to soothe my parched throat. I opened the refrigerator door and reached for the milk. The light from the fridge shone just enough for me to catch a glimpse of a young girl standing next to the table. She was frozen in place, her arms wrapped tightly around her short robe, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. I froze too. As I took note of her red hair and white skin, I also realized I was holding a bottle of milk, stark naked, with my penis still erect, thanks to the blue pill.

Before I could say anything, she disappeared out the door in a flash. Shaken, I made my way back to Alma's bedroom, still holding the milk in my hand. I took a huge gulp of the milk and put down the bottle, as I scurried to find my boxers and put them on. I was still sitting on the side of the bed when Alma came back. She cocked her head in wonderment when she saw me wearing my underwear, and then the bottle of milk on her nightstand. I struggled to find the right words:

"You…you're not alone here!" I blurted out incoherently.

She laughed, for some reason…"What?"

"I mean to say, I saw your, ah, your roommate: in the kitchen just now? Red hair?"

"Oh. Yeah, that's my daughter," she announced nonchalantly, giggling at my awkwardness.

"Your daughter? I had no idea! Why didn't you tell me?"

"You never asked!" she shot back, smiling, as she sat on the edge of the bed.

"Well, how come I never saw her before?" I blurted out, trying to make sense of what she was telling me.

"She usually hangs out in the kitchen when I have…company. Her room is right next to mine, and it's usually too loud for her. So she waits in the kitchen until I'm…you know, finished entertaining," she explained. "It doesn't usually take very long."

"So, she…knows what you are doing?" I deduced lamely.

"Yes. She knows I do it to make ends meet and to pay the bills. I only do it on the weekends so it doesn't interrupt her sleep during school nights," she added. I sat next to her in silence for a long few seconds, processing this surprising information.

"Well, she looks just like her mom, and every bit as adorable," I offered somewhat weakly. But realizing right away that my comment sounded like so much bullshit fluff, I immediately added: "Maybe I could hire her too!"

Right away I was sorry, knowing I had just made a bad condition worse.

"Sorry! I should have never said that!" I declared sincerely. Alma just laughed:

"You could probably have her; but it'd cost you fifty," she retorted in jest. Or so I assumed it was in jest, so I played along:

"Fifty bucks?? Wow, for that kind of money, I'd want to have her for the whole night!"

Alma stood up and headed for the door…well, actually the doorway. Over her shoulder she said matter-of-factly: "Let me check," and disappeared from the room.

My jaw dropped to the floor! Was she still joking with me? Or was she actually seriously going to see what her daughter thought of the idea? I was overcome with arousal, mixed with a heavy dose of guilt and fear. I thought of quickly dressing and high-tailing it out of there before anything else happened. But by now I was curious to know one way or the other. A train roared by out of nowhere, and I jumped up as I gagged on the fumes it left in its wake, which seemed kind of strange, considering they were powered by electricity. I looked at the clock and it read 11:30 PM. I was nervous and visibly shaking as I wondered what was causing the delay. I waited for probably only a minute or two, but it seemed like a lot longer. Finally, Alma walked back in and collapsed wearily on her bed, placing one arm over her eyes. The silence was deafening.

"She's in the shower now. You can wait for her in her room. I'm exhausted, and I have to go in early and open up tomorrow. So, if you don't mind, I'm going to crash. I'll take the fifty now, though."

I was speechless as I fumbled for my wallet and managed to take the bills out of it.

"Wait Alma! Are you sure about this? I mean, I don't know anything about her! How old is she? What's her name? What does she even know about sex?" I was incredulous. Alma just sighed without moving a muscle, still shielding her eyes from the hall light:

"She's old enough, her name is Julie, and she's certainly seen plenty," she said tersely, as if she was annoyed and didn't want to hear any more of my whining. I was stunned and at a loss for words. Finally I managed a weak response:

"J-Julie?"

"Yes, Julie," she answered, sounding rather perturbed with me: "Actually, it's short for Julianna. Now put the money here on the table, and you can stay until Julie kicks you out in the morning…or in the afternoon, whatever. Good night!"

With that she grabbed the bills, rolled over onto her side, and tucked her hand under her pillow. I gathered up my clothes and shoes and went looking for Julie's room. Of course it was right next door to Alma's, just like she had told me. Julie's room also had no door, which I found to be strange. I couldn't figure out why none of the rooms had a door, save the bathroom, but I had a lot of other things to consider as I awaited Julie's arrival fresh from the shower. As if on cue, another screeching train barreled past, rattling Julie's window in the process, and once again scaring me half to death. I looked up and there she was.

Thin like her mother, she was her spitting image, although her bright red hair was cut shorter. But she had that same alabaster skin as her mom, and it made her seem younger and perhaps more innocent looking than she probably was. Her robe was open and revealed a pink satin nightie and matching satin panties underneath, which I assumed she had borrowed from her mom's drawer.

"Hi Julie, nice to meet you. My name is Rick," I offered politely.

"Hi, we already met. In the kitchen," she shot back rather sarcastically. I sensed her nervousness, which was almost as intense as my own.

"Look, Julie, you don't have to…"

"NO! I mean, no… I want to! Besides you already paid, and…"

"And what?" I prompted.

"Well, you lasted a really long time, a lot longer than most…" her voice trailed off. This reminded me I'd better take the other half of that blue pill if I had any chance of continuing my impressive performance.

"Plus, I saw your…thingie in the kitchen…"

She hesitated just long enough for me to excuse myself to go to the bathroom. I gulped down my half of blue pill and relieved myself while I was there. I thought of washing off my cock, but my naughty imagination had other ideas.

When I got back to Julie's room, she was brushing her wet hair in her vanity mirror. I stood behind her and looked at the same image she was seeing in the mirror. I hesitated to even guess how old she actually was. I felt compelled to ask her straight out:

"So, Julie, you are really quite pretty. How old are you, anyway?" She recoiled ever so slightly, but kept her cool.

"I'm old enough. It's okay. You have nothing to worry about," she repeated, as if to reassure herself as well as me. Apparently realizing a diversion might come in handy before I asked any more questions, she dropped her hairbrush on her vanity, turned around and pushed me toward her wooden chair until I was seated. Satisfied, she jumped onto my lap, threw her arms around my neck and began kissing me passionately on the lips. I was startled by her bold maneuver, and reacted by kissing her back. Even the passing train didn't affect me.

She was a surprisingly good kisser, given her age…whatever that was. Somewhere along the line she learned how to use her tongue to further raise the temperature in the room as well as in between my legs. My first thought was to ask her where she learned her techniques, but I decided to just shut up and see what might happen next. She didn't let up with her kisses and I was beyond objecting. She seemed to be getting aroused as well, and she squirmed around on my lap, bringing my 'thingie' to a state of erection I hadn't felt since I was a teenager. It helped that only my boxers separated her bare legs from my aroused cock.

Still enjoying our continuing embrace, I slid my hand underneath her top and groped for her breasts. They were almost non-existent: just two small mounds, mostly recognizable because of her two stiff nipples. I was alarmed at once, but remembered that her whole body was skinny, and so her titties would also be proportionate. I tweaked her nipples and enjoyed her aroused reactions, but she felt compelled to pull her mouth away from mine and apologize for her lack of breasts, sounding embarrassed for the first time. I reassured her with a few squeezes and pinches, and she resumed assaulting my mouth with her lively tongue and her sweet warm kisses.

While my one hand was discovering her budding breasts, I slid my other hand underneath her robe and cupped her tight little bottom. She didn't pull away, and I had to wonder if she had ever experienced…well, anything sexual yet! She lifted up a little so that I could get my hand fully under her butt, and then she squirmed around until she maneuvered my hand so it was in contact with her panty-covered pussy.

When she was sufficiently situated, she lowered herself down again and nestled my fingers tightly between her legs and commenced kissing me even more fervently. I could feel her body temperature rise by the minute. Considering how much trouble she went through getting my fingers to touch her in just the right place, I began to move them around ever so slightly, causing her to sigh into my ear between kisses. I could feel the dampness between her legs as she wriggled around my inquisitive fingertips. She literally trembled as a result of my teasing, and could finally take it no longer: in one swift move, she stood up, threw off her robe and sat back down on my lap.

I resumed toying with her crotch over top of her panties as my fiercely stiff cock came in contact with her from underneath. Even as she became more worked up, her frustration showed as she hopped up just long enough to pull her panties down to her ankles and kick them off for good measure before she sat back down on my lap. As she reached her arms back around my neck and resumed her passionate kisses, she shamelessly spread her legs wide, silently inviting me to explore her charms in more depth. Her mound was smooth and glistening by now, and she was overcome with lust. As I twirled my index finger around her protruding clit, I wondered if she had shaved her pubic area, or if she actually had no hair down there to shave at all. It didn't really matter: there was no turning back.

As yet another nighttime train whizzed by, I took hold of her one leg and lifted it up from under her knee, causing her legs to be spread even further. Without warning, I slid two fingers into her vagina, encountering no resistance. She inhaled quickly and deeply as I began to move them slowly in and out until they disappeared into her completely. At that point, I continued to hold her leg high and tightly against her body as I commenced finger fucking her in earnest. My two fingers fit snugly in her tight love canal, but she was so wet by then that she was able to accept the full thrust and tempo of my rather rude intrusion.

Her grip around my neck grew tighter as I could sense that she was on the verge of exploding right there in my lap. I pounded my fingers into her spasming pussy as hard and as fast as they would go, and she rewarded my efforts with a wild orgasm that had her bottom bouncing all over my lap and a convincing arm lock around my neck. I finally slowed my pace as she released her grip and began to breathe more regularly again, even though her eyes remained closed. It was then that I pulled my fingers out of her weary cunt and touched them to her lips. She instinctively opened her mouth and accepted both fingers without hesitation, sensuously sucking on them and using her soft wet tongue to clean them off as she looked up and locked her eyes onto mine. I was done right there. I was hooked, addicted, mesmerized…any word like that which described the fact that I was now under her spell. My head fell back and my eyes closed, as if trying to escape the notion that this young girl named Julie now owned me completely.

My next conscious thought involved the feeling that Julie had somehow turned into liquid, and she easily flowed right off my lap and down onto the floor between my legs; smoothly and effortlessly. I finally looked down just in time to watch her reach into my boxers and wrap her delicate hand around my shaft and pump it up and down, slowly and seductively. I was in a state of shock as her delicate hand slipped my throbbing penis out and directed it toward her mouth. I froze: for a variety of obvious reasons. But I didn't stop her. She licked the head and worked her tongue up and down my stiffness with the deft touch of a professional. I didn't know if it was her potentially extended experience, or just her natural born talents, but it felt so fucking good.

She rose up just enough to lean over my member and engulf the head with her tender young lips, sucking gently and slowly working the shaft deeper into her hot mouth. If I wasn't under the influence of that blue pill, I would have drowned her in cum right then. But such is the effect; the pills keep you hard alright, but it takes a long time to actually reach a climax. Julie was unaware of any of that information, and she did her best to make me cum, I'm sure. And don't get me wrong, all of her efforts were very much appreciated. I even took hold of her head and fucked her mouth as she continued to suck me off. I just didn't cum for her. Finally she released me from her overworked mouth, sat up and looked at me inquisitively, kind of asking me what the hell was going on without using words. I nodded in understanding, stood up and extended my hand to her. She accepted and allowed me to lead her over to her bed.

I sat her down at the bottom of the bed and knelt down on the floor in front of her. I gently pushed against her chest until she lie down flat. I planted light kisses down her taut belly and worked my way down to the edge of her love mound. Without further encouragement, she lifted her legs up and pulled them close to her body. A fleeting pang of guilt flashed through my mind, but I didn't even flinch. I knew I was too far gone to change fate at that point. I kept on the same path, and soon her sweet musky scent invaded my nostrils as I extended my tongue and tasted her fresh nectar for the first time.

Julie rewarded me with a groan borne of pure innocent lust as I ran the tip of my tongue around her outer labia, teasing her slowly and deliberately and making her lower body squirm shamelessly. I put both of my hands under her tight little ass cheeks as I closed in on her inner lips. Her bottom was a delight to handle: so firm and tight. I lightly caressed her inner labia with my stiff tongue for several long minutes, increasing her arousal with each new contact of her most sensitive and private area. When I got to the point of having some difficulty holding her bottom still, my tongue finally 'found' her proud erect clitty, and from that moment on she was barely able to control herself. She started thrashing all about as I took her nub between my lips and gently sucked on it. I took the opportunity to violate her anal purity (or so I assumed) by spreading her ass cheeks as wide as they would go, and exposing her steaming hot anus to the cool air in the room. She responded by pulling her legs back even more so I could have easier access to her nether region. My tongue slid down the couple of inches to her forbidden passage, and I took full advantage. I swirled my tongue around her spread open cheeks, alternating between her dark tangy entrance and her fully aroused clit. She squirmed and giggled in delight. Only then did she grab my head in her tight grip and press my face fully into her completely aroused sex. I had some trouble breathing, but I did my best to continue taking her to the height of pleasure. When she got to the point of gasping for air as much as I was, she pulled my face up towards her until I was looking directly into her eyes:

"Fuck me now," she commanded with firm but measured urgency and I didn't make her beg me for it. I took her hands off my face and put them down at her knees. I saw a perfect opportunity to try to get some rather crucial information from her. I asked her if she had any concerns about using some birth control before we began. I was slyly hoping to be able to conclude if she had started menstruating yet.

"Nope," was her reply.

"Oh, really? And why not?"

"Well," she hesitated for just a second, "because mom says you're shootin' blanks."

I was embarrassed and impressed all at once:

"Really? Your mom told you that?" She nodded. "So your mom talks about me?" She shook her head again.

"She likes you," she said nonchalantly, as she lifted up her legs and bent them back against her chest once again.

It was true. I'd found out many years ago that I wasn't able to make babies. It's pretty much the reason why my wife and I got divorced so soon after we had gotten married. I tried to sell her on the idea of adopting, but she wanted to have her own. She tried to talk me into the sperm bank thing, but I just couldn't get past the idea of someone else's sperm impregnating my wife. So that was it. We split up shortly afterward, but we remained friends up until she moved out west, and we eventually lost touch. I never tried to get married again, because, what was the point?

I climbed up onto Julie's slight frame and entered her with little difficulty; exactly at the same instant that one of those infernal trains soared by, scaring the wits out of me. This one really caught me by surprise, I guess because it was pretty late and I hadn't heard one in quite a while. Anyway, I took the timing as an omen of sorts: kind of like if fireworks were set off at the exact moment that we officially started fucking for the first time.

Such were my random thoughts as I proceeded to put on my best show for her. She was tight, no doubt, but she didn't seem to feel any pain or discomfort or anything, so I proceeded with caution. I had no way of knowing if she was ever fucked before or not. Maybe she was a virgin and she popped her cherry with a bottle or the handle of a hairbrush a long time ago. But whatever, it looked like clear sailing, and I upped my efforts, even as I felt her skinny body pushing up to meet my thrusts halfway. In a short time we were bouncing that bed frame of hers around the room, and laughing at the neighbors' objections. I was proud that I could keep hard for so long, never mind the influence of the pill. I kept pounding into her again and again to the point that she was just barely able to hang onto my neck with both hands.

But I couldn't cum. Even though she was blasting out climax after climax, I still couldn't get there yet. The only thing that happened was her well used vagina kept getting more and more slippery and it got to the point where I could hardly feel any friction between us at all. Mercifully, she finally asked me if we could take a break because she was getting sore. I didn't mind, to be honest. I pulled out of her and slid up her body until our lips met. Her lips were hot and moist and salty tasting from her perspiration, and I'm sure mine felt the same to her. She wrapped her slight arms around me and we kissed and tongued and laughed like a couple of giggly girls at a pajama party. I was so taken by her that I was certain it made me blush, but it was mostly dark in her room, so she couldn't tell.

She finally complained that I was crushing her, so I rolled her over and we swapped places. She rewarded me with several long intimate kisses as she held my face with both hands. I responded by reaching behind her and taking her round bottom in my hands, gently squeezing and kneading her cheeks. She squirmed around a little and whispered in my ear that she liked me touching her there. I thought, wow, this little girl sure does know what to say and how to say it! Emboldened by her encouragement, I began to pull her cheeks apart, much to her delight. Smiling mischievously, she reached down behind her and guided my hand into her crack.

"Finger me there," she whispered shyly as she nuzzled her face into the side of my neck. I could feel my pulse quicken as I lightly ran my index finger up and down her slit, collecting some of her fresh natural lube from her pussy and running it back to her tight little pucker several times until my fingertip could penetrate her rectum without discomfort. She inhaled deeply but she didn't pull away. Again, I loaded up my fingers inside her pussy and brought them to her eager taboo entrance and worked them inside her hot rectum. She reacted by grinding her crotch into my still stiff cock as she reached back and pulled her cheeks open wider and encouraged me to push my two fingers deeper inside. I was in heaven and surely on my way to hell all at once. Before long I was able to breach her dark opening with both fingers and bury them as deeply as they would go. I worked them faster and harder, and she held her ground, taking everything I could give her. Finally, she took hold of my wrist and stopped me. I wasn't really disappointed, because by then my hand was getting kind of tired. But her next words shocked me nevertheless:

"I want more," was all she said. With that, she climbed off me and turned her body around before remounting. She presented her most intimate bits to within an inch of my face as she lifted up my erection and slid it into her mouth. Following her lead, I grabbed her hips and I leaned up until my mouth came in contact with her moist region. I held her tightly as my tongue massaged her bum hole down to her protruding clit and back again. She moaned as best she could while keeping her mouth full of my manhood. Her passion and stamina were very impressive, especially considering the workout I put her through. It was already so late that no more intrusive trains shrieked past, and I was flagging a bit myself.

As if on cue, she jumped off the bed, held out her hand to me and told me to get up. As I obeyed her command, she hopped back down where I'd just been lying and got on her knees; head down and ass up. She didn't think she would have to say anything, but I guess I froze in place for several seconds, just appreciating her lithe young body and anticipating what was about to occur.

"Well?" she asked impatiently, turning to look at me, and wiggling her bottom just in case I remained clueless. She then reached back and spread her cheeks for good measure.

"Lick me please!"

I took my place at once, kneeling behind her and applying my tongue directly to her glistening anus. I didn't bother with any more foreplay at that point. I just tongue fucked her with my stiff tongue as deeply and sternly as I could and she about went out of her mind. She swayed around so much I had to grab hold of her cheeks and squeeze them tightly until she simmered down.

Temporarily subdued and breathing heavily, she could finally speak again:

"You know what I want," she said softly as she presented her ass to me like the trophy it was. I don't know how she knew it was my favorite position, but there I was, standing up over her, straddling her pure white body and bending my knees until my cock head rested on her well-lubricated knot. I pushed down slightly and her body willingly accepted my intrusion. I went slowly, trying to judge by her reactions. She did her best to accommodate me and soon we had a little shallow rhythm going. I held onto her waist while she pushed back against my cock which continued to disappear deeper and deeper into her dark canal. I couldn't believe how incredibly intense was the heat that enveloped my shaft as I burrowed deeper with each new stroke. She seemed to be stuck; repeating the same thing over and over, although I didn't mind one bit:

"YES! YES! YES!" and so on, as I sought to bury more of my rod into her until my balls finally met her wet pussy as they slapped against her labia again and again. Incredibly she interrupted her "Yes" litany long enough to look back my way, and ask:

"Is that all you got, mister?"

Even though she couldn't see me clearly, she laughed because I'm sure she could just imagine the surprised look on my face. I responded by straightening up some and getting a better grip on her waist as I dropped my full weight down on her and buried my stiff cock to the hilt, slamming down roughly and repeatedly, even as she alternately gasped and giggled at my renewed vigor.

"Ha Ha! I…I'm sorry! I was just joking!" she declared: "I've heard my mom use that line so many times; I thought I would try it on you! Only she never used the line on you," she laughed.

I slowed down some, even as I continued at a decent pace, feeling a little embarrassed about my reaction to her teasing. But as it turned out, I needn't feel bad at all.

"Look, it was just something that slipped out…I'm really sorry," she whispered contritely. "Now will you please get back to what you were doing? You know what I mean!" I think I did know what she meant. I resumed my direct, no-nonsense pounding of her tender ass, and she took everything I could give her, time and again. I worked over her vulnerable bottom for so long I was dripping sweat all over her back. I had barely noticed the sound of the toilet flushing in the background, but a few minutes later I could make out a dark silhouette leaning up against the bedroom door jam, standing still and just watching. I thought about slowing things down a little out of respect for Alma, but I realized I would end up giving her away if I did. So I just kept slam-banging her daughter's ass until Julie finally whispered for me to slow down some. She couldn't see her doorway and had no idea her mother was watching. I'm not sure it would have mattered to her, to be honest. After several more minutes of long, slow strokes, Alma walked back to her room, and I continued to enjoy the greatest anal sex of my entire life.

Finally, after several hours of incredible sexual stimulation, I could feel my load begin to roil up inside me like a volcano ready to blow.

"I'm almost there," I announced, "are you ready?"

"Oh yes! Now get off and let me taste it!" I had planned to explode inside her rectum, and fill it up with my hot cum, but down her throat was a perfectly acceptable option as well. I stepped backwards off the bed while Julie quickly spun around, sat up and presented her mouth to my pulsating cock.

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue!" I instructed, as I feverishly pumped my shaft as fast as I could. Julie placed her hands on the bed and propped her torso up. She looked up at me with her mouth wide and her tongue wiggling playfully in anticipation. With a grunt and a deep sigh, I looked down and watched my cum cover her tongue as it slid down towards the back of her throat and filled up her mouth. Somehow through it all, she managed to maintain a wide smile, even as she swallowed my whole load.

We ended up flopping down on her bed, clutching each other and passing out from exhaustion. I don't know how long we'd stayed in slumber land, but it was already light out by the time we were disturbed by the first train that ran on Saturday morning. I got up to use the bathroom, and I could see that Alma had already left for work. I passed Tori in the hall on my way back to her bed. She reappeared shortly and snuggled up close to me as comfortably as if we were longtime lovers. I hadn't felt this happy since…well, since never, come to think of it. All kinds of feelings and questions raced through my mind. What now? How would things look in the light of day? Did all this actually happen? Was it real or a dream? As I held her tightly against my weary body, for some reason I felt the need to ask her something that had baffled me all night:

"So, what's with the missing doors?" I asked.

"What?"

"The doors…there are no doors on any of the rooms," I explained.

"Oh. The trains," she answered vaguely.

"The trains?"

"Yeah, it's the air pressure," she replied.

"Air pressure?" I repeated, clueless.

She rolled over to face me:

"When the trains come past the windows, they suck the air out of the rooms. If you have a door, and it's closed, the air pressure builds up so fast that it hurts your ears. Some people get punctured eardrums from it. Other people get bad headaches. So everyone around here takes the doors off their rooms. Simple as that," she answered, as she rolled back into my arms and wiggled into position. But before nodding off, she whispered:

"You were really incredible," and she playfully bit my arm. "I had fun."

"You were amazing too, Julie, thank you," I whispered back sincerely, as I pulled her closer to me. But she got the last word in:

"Maybe next weekend, you can do me and my mom together!"

I was shocked into silence, long enough so that we both nodded off again. I dreamt of endless naughty possibilities that could occur if Julie had been even halfway serious.

It was late afternoon when we finally and reluctantly parted ways. Just before I opened the door to leave, I turned back toward her and announced: "See you next Friday!" She smiled and nodded, and I felt such a rush of emotions pass through me, from lust to love and back again. As I made my way back to my little row house, it felt like I was walking on air. All I could think about was Julie.

As the week progressed, I kept coming up with different scenarios that involved me, Alma and Julie, all getting it on together: maybe they would put on a little mother/daughter show for me; picturing them licking each other got me hard every time I thought about it.

Perhaps they would enjoy lying one on top of the other while I took turns fucking them back and forth: ten strokes for Alma, and then ten strokes for Julie. I could imagine them laughing and squealing and playfully fighting over me. And why not? These were my fantasies, after all. But my favorite scenario had them in the sixty-nine position, with Julie underneath her mother's private parts. She watches up close and personal as I pound Alma's ass and then dip down and present my glistening cock to Julie, who delights in drawing it deep into her mouth for a few strokes before I jam it back into her mom's wanton rectum. Whoa! Just the idea of them switching places and both enjoying the ass-to-mouth action made me swoon every time. My head would spin and the color would drain from my face just thinking about it.

The anticipation became more intense with each passing day. I was happy to be alive again and I approached my tiny inconsequential life with renewed vigor. But I also had that conscience thing going on in the back of my mind, and I would catch myself dwelling on the black cloud that hovered over me. As hot as it all sounded, it was really risky for all of us, but especially for me, if I dared to think about what would happen if we got caught somehow. So I went back and forth, from being really antsy for Friday night to finally roll around, to calling the whole thing off and never going back.

Sometimes fate decides for you:

I went to work as usual on Thursday morning, still grappling with the whole situation as the morning hours passed. Right before lunch time, my foreman came up and told me to go to the office: someone was there to see me. I had no clue what was going on, but I was kind of pissed that my lunch break was about to be fucked with. But I went just the same without questioning anything. When I opened the door, I saw two uniformed cops standing inside, one on each side of the door. A woman from Human Relations was sitting at the desk, and another woman stood next to her, facing me.

I almost fainted dead away, and for good reason, obviously. None of them were wearing happy faces, and I couldn't figure out if their eyes showed anger or sadness. But either way, this scene felt ugly and loaded with drama and negative vibes. I pulled it together enough to stay calm and just deal with whatever was about to happen. The woman standing spoke first:

"You are Richard Westwood, am I correct sir?"

"Yes ma'am," I replied rather lamely, my voice cracking.

"And do you know a Miss Alma Montgomery?"

Oh fucking shit!

"Alma who works down at Mickey's Pub? Yes, I do," I replied rather unsteadily. I never knew her last name until now, but how many Alma's were there living in the area? I was almost panic-stricken, but I still tried to keep my composure. Those two cops didn't help matters. I was already feeling the pinch of the too-tight handcuffs that I was going to be wearing any second now. All kinds of thoughts flashed through my mind: did Julie say something in school? Did Alma decide she didn't really want me messing around with her daughter after she sobered up? My mind raced with possibilities, none of which were positive.

"Have a seat sir, please," the woman said in a bit of a softer tone as she pointed to a wooden chair in front of the desk. I found myself with my back to the door and the pair of Blue Suits that were guarding it. The woman nodded to my HR rep that then stood up and stepped away from the desk, giving up her seat to the as yet unidentified woman.

"I'm afraid I have some very bad for you, Mr. Westwood," she went on.

Here it comes, I thought to myself helplessly: the rest of my life in prison. Just the idea of it made my sphincter muscle tighten up.

"I regret to inform you that Miss Montgomery has passed away," she announced as gently as possible.

Wait…what? I thought, as the shock took hold. I couldn't stifle my reaction:

"Alma?" I jumped up out of the chair in reaction to the woman's statement. "She's dead??"

The HR rep extended her arms and motioned for me to sit back down, which I did.

"Yes sir, I'm so sorry. Preliminary reports suggest an overdose, but further test results will have to be completed before the actual…"

"Yeah, yeah, I understand…cripes!" That was the best response I could muster, given the news. Of course it was a fucking overdose. Everyone knew it was just a matter of time, even though when it happens, it's still such a shock of disbelief. For some reason, I blurted out:

"What about Julie?" I was risking a lot by even mentioning her name, given our recent history, but it was the most essential question at this point.

"Yes sir, indeed sir," the woman agreed, "that's why I am here with you right now. I am Mrs. Jameson and I work for the Department of Youth and Human Services. Miss Montgomery had listed you as her next of kin. After some preliminary investigating, it would appear that she has no other identifiable relatives that we have been able to identify. Only you."
I was dumb struck, as I struggled to process this information. Saying nothing, I leaned forward in my chair as she continued.

"As such, you are also the only relative that Miss Montgomery's daughter Julianna has, or Julie, as you referred to her. She has no father of record in our files. So, my job now is to see if she has a reliable and willing relative to take care of her, or if we need to place her in foster care until she is of age. Of course, even if you agree to take her in, she will have a say in her choice between you and foster care."

She stopped talking for a few seconds to let all this new information sink in. I'm glad she did: I went from planning to spend the rest of my life behind bars and getting all kinds of sex I didn't want, to being offered the very precious girl of my dreams to keep and take care of. Still, with the police presence behind me, I wasn't exactly resting easy.

"I will tell you that if you agree to provide for Julianna until she is of adult age, she is eligible for survivor's compensation from the State. You will not have to be concerned about her financial well-being."

Without hesitation, I put the matter to rest:

"I will be happy to take Julie in," I said, with perhaps a little too much enthusiasm.

"Okay, fine sir, I'll start on the paperwork this afternoon. Now there are a couple of other issues we need your help with. Miss Montgomery's corpse was found in the bathroom stall at Mickey's Pub just a few hours ago. Julianna is in school, and hasn't been notified of her mother's unfortunate demise yet. Perhaps you will consider breaking the news to her, as you are her closest relative," she explained. I nodded numbly, as I pictured how that might play out. But I felt I owed it to Julie, if nothing else.

"Oh, and one more thing: we need you to go down to the morgue and identify the body. These two officers will take you down there, and then drive you to Julianna's school. The principal has already been notified that you will be coming. Just report to the office and they will take care of things from there. In addition, your Human Resources officer here has arranged for you to take two weeks off with pay, for Grief Time: that includes arranging the funeral services, packing up belongings, moving Julie in with you, etc. Tori will also be excused from school for two weeks, but she will be responsible for making up the work she will miss. Her teachers will help her with that."

She stood up and pressed her business card into my hand.

"Call me for anything, Mr. Westwood. You should be proud for helping this young girl in her time of need." With that, she nodded to the other woman and smiled at the cops before disappearing out the door. I got up and realized my knees were so weak, I wasn't sure if I could walk right away. Luckily, my HR lady had a few things to say:

"I'm so sorry for your loss, Rick . We're here for you if you need anything. You'll be paid for the rest of today, and we'll send you a check for the next two weeks of Bereavement Time. I don't think you need to clock out. I'll take care of that. Just go now with the officers and they will take you where you need to go. If you give me the keys to your car, I'll have it dropped off at your house. Good luck to you!"

I was stunned, needless to say: So many different thoughts exploded in my mind all at once. As I numbly followed the cops to their cruiser and climbed in the back, I did manage a subtle smile to myself: this was not the circumstances I had pictured being led away for…hell, they didn't even put me in handcuffs!

Off we went to the morgue. It was actually pretty creepy. It was cold and harshly lit inside, with drawer after drawer all lined up. Seeing Alma's dead body was a total shocker, and all I could think about was poor Julie. I shuddered at the thought of being the one to break the news to her. But it was what it was. I finished signing the necessary paperwork and we were off to Julie's school.

At first I thought it was just a coincidence that the cops stopped in front of the Main Street Middle School, which was only two blocks from my row house. How convenient, I thought, that Julie could easily walk to and from school after she moved in with me. And then it hit me:

'Middle School'…she was only in middle school? I almost panicked, but I remembered I was still with the police, so I had to stay calm. Julie and I would be discussing this later. When the cops pulled up in front of the school, I explained to them that I was within easy walking distance to my place, so they just dropped me off, wished me well, and drove off.

As I climbed the steps and entered the main doors, I was trying to do the math to determine just how old Julie really was, but my thoughts were interrupted by the secretary who saw me come in, and asked me how she could help me. I explained the situation, and she showed me to the principal's office. He stood as I entered and expressed his condolences. He explained that he had been briefed by Youth Services, and he thanked me for my generosity. He said the school would do everything in its power to help us, and that Julie was on her way down as he led me to the small conference room next to his office.

Sitting there alone was pretty intense as I struggled for the right words that I would need to speak any minute now. Before I could think of anything, the door opened slowly and in walked Julie carrying her coat and backpack, with a look of bewilderment on her face. As I stood up, it was obvious she was told something, but all they said was that someone was there to see her. When our eyes met, she immediately dropped her coat and bag right on the floor. After an agonizing second or two passed, her eyes well up in tears and she ran into my open arms. Despite the tears, she was eerily calm and quiet. I couldn't think of anything to say. I was in shock, as was Julie. I just wrapped my arms around her tightly and didn't let go for several long minutes. Finally, she leaned up and whispered in my ear:

"She's gone, isn't she?" I squeezed her harder and my own floodgates began to open…more like gush out, to my surprise.

"Yes," was all I could manage. We stood close together in a long embrace, each of us helping to hold the other one up. I was the emotional one, and she ended up consoling me instead of the other way around. It was kind of strange. Finally she broke the silence:

"We always knew, didn't we?" I nodded silently. "I mean, she struggled for so long," she continued, "it was just a matter of time." I burst out sobbing after hearing such a grown-up explanation from her daughter and only known relative in the whole world: how could that be, I wondered? But she squeezed me tightly for another minute and then shocked me once again:

"Thanks for coming to get me Rick: now let's get out of here!"

I was completely stunned once again. She picked up her backpack and handed it to me to carry as she put her coat on. She took my hand and I followed her out of the school and down the street. She seemed to know exactly where she was going, which blew my mind even more. But I couldn't speak. All I had were questions whirling around in my head. When we reached my front door, we climbed the steps and she turned towards me and held out her hand. Instinctively, I dropped my keys in her palm and she proceeded to unlock the door and lead me inside.

She took off her coat and grabbed her book bag out of my hand and then helped me out of my coat as well, and we sat down at the kitchen table. I will admit I was stunned; about everything that had happened so fast. I went from a lonely divorced guy to a…a Guardian, for Christ sake, in a little less than an afternoon! But despite my head spinning with all that unprocessed information, I looked over at her and I couldn't help but admire her pure beauty, all wrapped up in the most adorable type of school uniform that perverts and pedos (like me) dreamt about all the time: white blouse, knee socks, saddle shoes and the classic red plaid, pleated skirt that was supposed to fall just above the kneecap, but always managed to "ride up" a few inches more. She caught me eyeing her up and she smiled rather slyly before she broke my stare and said:

"You look a little confused, Rick."

Well, that was an understatement! She giggled at the puzzled expression on my face.

"I know, I know, I've got some explaining to do," she admitted. "You see, mom was always afraid that if she ever OD'd, there wouldn't be anyone to take care of me, 'cause we have no relatives. So when you came along and made friends with her at Mickey's, and then started coming over on the weekends to…well, you know…she kind of fell for you. She really liked you, and we talked about you all the time. I know she wasn't very open about it, but she saw you for the good guy you are. Pretty soon, I started liking you too. Sometimes I would watch you and mom in bed together, and you always treated her nice; not like some of those losers she brought home from Mickey's place. Plus, you have a hot bottom!"

She caught me off guard, and I blushed crimson red from my neck up to the top of my head. But she went on without skipping a beat:

"Anyway, soon after we talked about you, mom went down to the school and filled out a paper, naming you as next of kin. I guess she knew something might happen to her, given her d**g addiction. She asked me first if it was okay with me and I said 'yes' right away. So, that all happened a few weeks ago."

Needless to say, I was astonished to hear all this. My eyes felt as big as saucers, and Julie just smiled at me as she continued:

"So, last Friday night, when you made that joke about paying to be with me, we saw it as a perfect opportunity to see what would happen. And it turned out great! By the next day, we were talking about our experiences with you. We were both happy, and we were looking forward to spending Friday night together with you. But she didn't make it 'til then."

With that, she looked down at her lap and burst into real tears as the reality of her mother's demise finally hit her like a ton of bricks. I gently pulled her onto my lap and embraced her as best I could and let her have her cry. I felt for her, more than I ever had for anyone in my whole life; so young and alone and vulnerable, with only a 'fake' relative to care for her. I vowed right then and there that I would do my very best for her. But as her crying subsided, I had some questions that were burning to get asked:

"So, you already knew why I was there at school?" I asked.

"Well, yes, I kind of figured it out," she answered, "but I didn't think it would happen so fast…I mean that mom would die so soon after she decided to name you as her next of kin."

"Well, how did she manage that? Didn't they ask her if I was her brother or cousin or some other relative?"

"I don't think that was even on the paper she signed," Julie explained.

I guessed that the school didn't really care what the connection was. Alma's signature was all they required legally.

"So…so you are okay with moving in with me and living together?" I asked rather shyly.

"I would love it! I am so glad you don't mind! Er...that is, if you don't mind having me?"

I smiled and looked into her eyes: "Of course I want you…no, I mean…I want to take care of you…oh man, well you know what I want…I mean, you know what I mean!" I continued to stumble and babble incoherently, much to Julie's delight.

"Thanks! I want you too!" came her response.

Wow, I thought, she's pretty sharp for someone so young:

"And HEY! Middle School? You're in MIDDLE SCHOOL??" I asked without bothering to filter my suspicions about her age.

"NO! NO WAIT! I can explain!" she countered. "See, mom and I moved around a lot in our early years together. She had already run away from home when she was pretty young because of her abusive father and all the beatings. And then when she got knocked up with me, she moved on again, and we ended up living all over the place. So, I have nobody now. Even if mom's parents are still alive, they don't even know I exist. And she didn't know who got her pregnant, so I don't know who my father is, and mom didn't hang around long enough for anyone to even notice she was pregnant."

Wow, I thought, I had no idea about Alma's personal story. To me she was just a cute barmaid who turned a few tricks on the weekends. Julie continued:

"She took one dead end job after another, trying to support us; including some…you know, side work that she brought home at night. Somewhere along the way, she got hooked, but she kept it hidden pretty much. I was still too young to understand, of course. But I do remember that we would move around a lot. Mom told me later it was because the bills backed up and she would have to get away and start over. By the time I was old enough for school, she tried home schooling me for the first couple of years, but mostly that meant she would sit me in front of a TV and make me watch PBS shows while she slept off another high.

"So when she landed her job at the bar, we finally kind of settled down here and she wanted me to get some real schooling. I started out behind, but I'm a fast learner, and pretty soon I'll be up with the people in my age group," she announced proudly.

"And what age would that be?" I asked, trying to find out how old she really was, for the umpteenth time. I wasn't prepared for her answer. She looked down again, and I could feel the dampness of her silent tears falling on my arm. Her shoulders scrunched and heaved up and down and she twisted around and wrapped her arms around me. Her warm tears then poured down my neck, and I just held her and let her get it all out. After she calmed down again, she put her lips to my ear and whispered to me:

"I don't know how old I really am." I was totally taken aback.

"You don't? Well, what about your birth certificate?"

"I don't know where it is. I guess I have one somewhere, but I've never seen it. I don't think mom knew where it got to either," she explained. "We moved around so much…"

"The hospital should have a record of it. Where were you born?" I asked.

She just shrugged her shoulders.

"Do you know what city at least?" She shook her head 'no'.

"But how did you get into school then?"

"Mom told them she was going to get a copy of my birth certificate, and they said they would let me start and they'd wait for the copy, but it never came. And they never asked for it again."

Wow, I was flabbergasted. On the one hand, she looked so young: short, petite, the pink ribbons in her red hair and her pure white skin made her look so innocent; and yet she seemed to be much wiser than her appearance would indicate. Her thoughts and her conversation and of course her sexual maturity seemed to defy her less developed age markers. Now it would seem that the question of her age might never get answered. It looked as though her whole life history had fallen through the cracks, and any answers were buried along with her mother.

The weekend flew by; we made arrangements for Alma's funeral and memorial service. We busied ourselves with moving Tori and her meager belongings to my place. Her mother had rented a furnished apartment, so there were mostly just clothes and personal effects to deal with. I was grateful to get out of there because those damn trains still scared the hell out of me. I was glad that I would be rid of them for good. Most of Alma's stuff went to the local thrift shop, although I noticed that Julie saved some of her mom's more provocative outfits and some other private things she wouldn't let me see.

By Monday, Julie had easily settled into my guest room, and we came back arm-in-arm from Alma's funeral service and luncheon. It was nice to see that a lot of people showed up. Most of them knew Alma from Mickey's Pub, but some of the locals showed up too, I assumed they were from her apartment complex. It didn't look like Alma had many close friends, if any. We changed out of our best outfits, threw on some sweats and met up in the living room. We stared mindlessly at the TV, as we struggled to absorb all that had happened in such a short period of time. I couldn't help but look over at Julie and wonder what might become of her…of us. I so wanted to do right by her and to help her through this difficult period of time. I couldn't even imagine what she must be feeling: losing the only person in the world who loved her and cared about her.

She must have caught me staring at her, lost in my own thoughts, and she looked deeply into my eyes and said:

"Hey! You got anything to drink around here?"

I had to laugh: "There's stuff in the fridge. Help yourself."

She popped up off the couch and bounced into the kitchen. I was overcome with her youthful exuberance. She was definitely going to liven up my otherwise drab and dreary life, I thought. Little did I know…

I was at once infatuated with her all over again, but also concerned about the future. I was pretty well set on a week-to-week basis, but if the bottom dropped out of the steel mill, I was pretty much fucked financially. But I didn't dwell on it because she bopped back in and offered me my choice of coke or ginger ale.

"Pick one, Mister Rick," she teased.

"Alright, how about if we stop with the 'mister' bit" I suggested, as I chose the ginger ale. "You can feel free to just call me Rick, okay?"

She giggled and grinned: "Okay by me!" She plopped down next to me as if she'd been doing it all her life. While I was busy feeling awkward and unsure of myself, Julie seemed to be completely relaxed and accepting of her new arrangement.

"What do you wanna do tomorrow? And the day after that? We still have like, ten or twelve more days off to spend together," she reminded me excitedly.

"Well, I can help you with your school work, and we could do some chores together," I suggested playfully as I watched a frown cross her face. I was rewarded with a gentle love tap on my arm:

"Oh, that sounds like fun," she shot back sarcastically. I just laughed. But then she climbed onto my lap facing me, and straddled my legs as she put her arms around my neck. I sat stock still: helplessly frozen.

"What?" she asked, sensing the obvious tension in my body.

"Look, Julie, you know I think the world of you, but if this is going to work, well maybe…maybe we should cool it between us, you know?"

No, she didn't know. She slumped down on me like all the air had been let out of her. I tried to explain:

"Last weekend was something…very special, no question about it. But now with your mom gone, and you're here living with me and all…" my voice trailed off, "maybe we shouldn't…you know…"

She looked at me like I had two heads or something, before she pushed off and stood up.

"Whatever," she blurted out coldly, as she walked away towards her room. "I'm going to take a shower," she announced over her shoulder as she disappeared and slammed her door shut, leaving me with a head full of mixed up thoughts and feelings. All of a sudden, I felt really tired…emotionally exhausted was more like it. I looked at the clock and was surprised to see how late it was.

"Fine then, I'm going to bed!" I spoke loudly enough so she could hear me through her closed door. As I got undressed and climbed wearily into my bed, I could hear the shower go on. I was mad at myself for picturing her in there naked, and rubbing soap all over her slim body, as I slipped into a deep slumber. I don't know how much time had passed, but I started to wake up and I felt kind of…relieved. I wondered if I had just had a wet dream, because I was overcome with a sense of peace and contentment. I finally opened my eyes enough to look down my body and see Julie's face grinning widely back at me. It was hard to miss the unmistakable evidence of my cum around her lips and on her chin.

"What the hell!!" I blurted out, still in a state of semi-awareness. She just giggled and pounced on my chest, pulling my arms around her waist as she wrapped her own arms around my neck.

"That was fun!" she announced shamelessly, as she wiped her face on my chest. "You've got a lot of…stuff in there," she observed excitedly, "I couldn't swallow it all!"

I was dumbfounded. I realized that my arms were touching her bare back, and a quick glance confirmed to me that she was as completely naked as I was. I felt like a terrible sinner, for sure, but I couldn't deny that her warm, smooth, freshly showered body felt so good under the rough skin of my hands. I didn't know what to say to her. She didn't seem like she was in a rush to hear me say anything. She certainly was beyond any notion of asking my permission, that's for sure. As she settled in on top of my body, I struggled to respond in some honorable 'Mister Rick' kind of way:

"Look, Julie honey…I don't…"

She must have picked up on the preachy tone of my voice immediately. She jerked her head up off my chest, and with fire in her eyes, she clamped her hand over my mouth so no words could escape. She held her fierce glare for several seconds before she quickly replaced her hand with her sweet lips and delivered one of those impassioned kisses that only the most pure of heart can deliver. I was overcome with her power over me. I should have pushed her off, stuck my righteous finger in her face, and lectured her about her unacceptable behavior. Instead, I accepted her hot delicate tongue into my mouth, and gently squeezed her tight buns with my unworthy hands.

Knowing she had tamed me with her wiles, she lay flat on top of me with her legs clutching my outer thighs. My hands moved up and down her back and shoulders as she maneuvered her lithe body until her damp sex contacted my already semi-aroused manhood. We maintained our intense lip lock as I ran my hands through her