The Way it is Now

CH4

I can't believe that pussy just left me like that. I mean, poof gone. Took lilliputian Robbie with her and left me with this guy. He's overnice enough I guess. He let me come home with him. Did I even tell him my name yet ? Oh God. He told me his, What was it again ? I guess it doesn't topic for now. He seems to like me calling him"dad ”. His theater is nice. What I've seen of it anyway. This pit floor is killing my knees. Ouch. roll in the hay. Sharp point.

note of hand to self ; no more hallway blowjobs unless he gets a thick cam stroke rug for me to kneel on !

Looking up at him. Letting go of his thighs and letting the bun of my haircloth down. Bunching it up in pigtails with my hands. I want him to react to the `` pop ; s slight girl '' look as I slip his stopcock past my tongue and down my pharynx. He does. By bouncing his sack off my chin up spear carrier hard a couple times, and groaning.

gag, cough Try not to make up Sarah, you're doing fine. Fuck, he's got a fat tip for a white guy. Good length too. 8 ? 8.5 inches maybe ? And his nut butter tastes way better shuffle with my cunny than That pussy. I've never liked the taste of mothers twat. Thank god she never asked me to eat her out unless she had some poor people bastard fill her up first. female parent daughter deuce-ace tended to stimulate her dates stay harder longer. and more money left behind. I probably would sustain left on my own if she tried to eff me just the two of us. fuck HER AND THAT CHINESE fancy man SHE HAS. I've still got that stash I skimmed. It 's in my ice hockey bag I could probably get to Florida on a bus and live. If I live cheap. till I can get a job. I like sex. But I don't want to do it for a living

It swells. Gets a minuscule fatter as I reach up and tickle his clod. His cock start's to pulse so I pull off of it.

"Yes, dad ! Cum on my typeface ! ! Am I a thoroughly young woman ? Or am I naughty ?"

Tugging his gunk covered meat a few more than times. in my comparitivly small hand He groans and hot flannel froth slaps against my buttock and sass.

"Not bad mass dada !"smiling up at him as I scrape his batter off with my finger. Licking it clear and getting the balance with another swipe.

"Thank You Daddy ! You taste even better when it's just your cum by itself.

Oh, before I forget, my public figure is Sarah. Call me whatever you want. Just don't call me a whore. I don't want to fuck you for money. I am not my Mother."

I've left him to clean up himself up while I slip into the Foyer Bath I saw behind me. Just a commode and a sink. Nothing limited. But it has a cunning pictorial matter of a rabbit reading a news program newspaper publisher. Its backside is hidden behind a tree diagram. I giggle at it in the mirror as I finish washing my fount.

Damnit. I'm getting a zit beside my nose.

"Sarah"

oh fuck. The way he said my epithet made my pussy frisson. I shiver resist the urge to undress raw and leave the little room.

"Yes Daddy ?"

I say sweetly. Pushing out my chest and hoping he notices my mamilla are suddenly hard again. My areola pouffe out too. Making them calculate like fiddling fen mellows resting on top of mushroom caps on top of diffused ball half. Pushing tight against my polo top. Suddenly very glad I didn't wearing abra. The haircloth sleeper I used one pink, one wild blue yonder earlier now holding my hair in the pigtailsI started while sucking him off. I finish pulling the side through neatly and shoving it close to my heading. Stepping back into the hall, I stand before him impishly. Swaying my hip joint like a cheeky adolescent trying to flirt.

"We need to ta…."His mouth closes as he fixates on my chest. My teat push out in delightful three level cones. The three buttons at my dog collar are capable allowing a properly view of segmentation. Cute, alluring even, but not garish.

He scans my tone and tan stage. Stops at my gym shoe covered human foot. interruption, then slowly brings his head up to face me in the middle.

Gawd ! he's aphrodisiacal looking at me like that.

He shakes his headway as if to recall his thoughts but he never brakes eye contact.

"Right then. Get your things. Your room is this way. Like I said. You may stay here for ( pregnant pause ) a patch. Until we can figure out our future movement"

He grabs the pull strap on my hockey game bag and the with child duffle. I stack a few more bags on it as it rolls past me ; then grab the remaining

and trace behind. Satisfied the small rolling tower won't descent. I can't help but enquire if he suspects the military bag is half wax of leather voodoo clothes my mother bought for me to"entertain"her Guest and act as a waitress. I let out a giggle at that thought.

On the right We pass a wide door that opens on roomy room with a huge TV on one wall. The couch cortege is stylish leather. A couple young woman matched big hot seat. Probably recliner. A big coffee mesa. A quick peek in the room lets me see it spans a full side of the home. A dining room region is one-half hidden by one of those Sir Tim Rice paper hinged divider walls and I saw the black painted electric refrigerator hidden in the quoin behind a breakfast bar. The other door on the left hand is an office/den with a love behind and a desk. Another hall that leads to a room access to what I assume is the glassed in anti room and the Brobdingnagian garage I saw when we got out of the Uber. He enters the live on threshold on the left hand. The randomness from my cycle bag stops so I assume carpet. I follow him in.

The bedchamber is HUGE ! ! another belittled desk and a filing cab are in a turning point. I see a door to a large, discharge walkway in closet. And a full toilet. You have to tread up a few inches as the floor in there is made of Sir Henry Wood ? ? a exhibitioner region with no curtain but a huge rain foreland over the middle of the stall. A glassful half wall separates the commode field. And it has a huge double sinkhole dressing table. Wyrd but Very cool ! !

"This is MY Room ?"I look at him in disbelief.

He smiles at me. Nods says Yes. Then says he's sorry there's no bed yet. That he hadn't gotten around to buying one yet.

Jumping into his subdivision and kissing him deeply I laugh and tell him I don't care ! I'll sleep in my hockey bag if I have to. He laughs at that. And says.

"You probably could. it's big enough. But we'll get a bed later."

"I guess I'll have to sleep with you till we do then."I say before kissing him again. This sentence, with lots of tongue .