And damn her cunt, her
sweet little puss- . . . her . . . . She tightened around me, and I came. All
my lust shot into the nippled tip of the condom, buried deep in Laila’s slick,
wet, first heat, and I came.
I came deep inside my
wireframe wearing, little private schoolgir—.
Her mama’s gonna fucking
kill me. But, the ever selfish bitch would have to come home for once to do
that.
I went to the bathroom
and looked. Turned on the glaring light and took a damn good look in the mirror,
at Ross Deever. Old enough to have a college-bound daughter. Mature enough to
have silver hair speckled in the black on my head, my chin, and body, all of
which was still fit; hard enough, strong enough, and handsome enough to turn
heads of schoolgirls and their mothers both.
Laila says I look like
a “dangerous musketeer or a debonair cavalier,” or some such dashing bullshit,
as—.
“What the…?”
It was tickling my lip,
entangled among the black of my well-lined goatee and mustache. I spat at it,
it wouldn’t dislodge, and then I pulled it out.
“Fuck.”
Short and deepest darkest
auburn. My Laila’s hair is shoulder-length, medium dark auburn, on her head;
deepest dark auburn is the color of her beautiful, silken short hairs, on her
pretty pussy. Which I could still feel, smell, and taste.
“Fuck.”
I took showers, multiple,
hot and cold. To wash away my sins. To deaden my growing urge and memory of
her lithe, bare flesh against my hard body; her finely pored bronze skin sharply
contrasted against mine. Her making my cock burn, while just lying beside me,
afterwards, smiling in her sleep.
I’d been avoiding her,
yet she’d come to me, her mind made up to have me; shed her fuzzy, old, pink
chenille robe with the teddy bear on the bottom, to show the delicate, white
lace panties and bra she’d bought without me knowing, to wear for me.
Laila’d kissed me, like
a desirous, knowing woman, not a doting, innocent daughter, but I’d resisted,
until she’d stripped off the pushup bra, revealing her perfect, apple round,
golden brown breasts with tasty raisin nipples; and kissed me again.
It was her decision to
take the plunge.
I-I did remember asking
if she were certain.
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