Mrs. Foster was happy to cook and clean for the family every day while Mr. Foster, now retired, sat around reading his newspaper and smoking his pipe....I sat all day long on the sofa devouring novels I had brought over from Europe. We made quite the old-fashioned family in many ways, but I knew it couldn’t last forever. Today was Christmas day. Mrs. Foster had invited a couple to dinner that she and Mr. Foster had known for many years, and a friend that they called Uncle Joe. Joe wasn’t really. I was on my knees before him, awkwardly leaning on the stairs, panting. I turned my head to see him press my panties against his face, inhaling deeply, and then he was on me.He pushed me against the cold concrete steps as he lifted my skirt and I felt his mouth make contact with me. I moaned out loud as his tongue licked my wet slit, from clit to ass. I knew that if any of my neighbours heard us, they would be able to see us through the peephole in their doors, but I was unable to move. Pure. More

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