Miss Faye

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Archive-author: The Ribald Writer
Archive-title: Miss Faye


Chapter 1

Faye came to live with me three years ago, and she changed my life
forever. I hadn't seen her since she was a little girl, but when her
parents died suddenly in a boating accident, I found out that I was
listed as primary guardian in their will. I vaguely remembered my
brother asking me if I would do it, but didn't really think anything
would happen to him or Sally, his wife, so I said yes.
I should have sensed that something was going to happen, because
things had been going too well for me. My divorce had been finalized,
I'd gotten a new job paying in the mid-six figures for what amounted
to part-time work, (that pissed the ex-wife from hell off no end,
much to my delight) and I'd finally gotten rid of that nasty topspin
slice on my forehand return shot.
I met Faye for the first time in almost ten years when I picked
her up at the airport. Gone was the prissy, almost pompous little
brat she'd been. The girl, no, woman, I met was tall, graceful, and
had a body most centerfolds would kill for. At sixteen, Faye stood
5'11", and weighed 145 pounds, and not a gram of it was out of place.
She measured 38-24-36, and had already learned to dress to accentuate
her height and her build.
She spotted me as soon as she came out of the skyway and rushed
over, wrapping herself around me in a totally innocent hug. My
initial reaction was an immediate, and very obvious erection.
Faye smiled up at me with a soon to be familiar glint in her eye.
"Well, Uncle Max," she said, laughing lightly and pressing her
hips against me, making it plain that she was aware of the effect she
had already had on me, "It's nice to know you're glad to see me!"
I broke away, holding her at arm's length. I was amazed by the
ravishing creature I held before me. To complement her obvious
physical charms, Faye had classically beautiful features, thick black
hair that she wore in a long ponytail, reaching almost to her hips,
and rich, cobalt blue eyes. I'm still trying to figure out where she
got her looks. My brother was butt-ugly at best, and his wife, well,
lets just say that she was pleasantly homely.
When my senses and hormones were under some control, I led Faye
out to the car, and headed for home. As we drove, I pointed out
places that I thought would interest her, malls, parks, a some of
notable teen hangouts, and the school she'd be going to. She just
passed it all off, and kept asking me about myself. She wanted to
know all about me, my interests, work, and most especially, if I was
involved in any relationships. I gave her a brief rundown, but kept
personal details to a minimum. I was relieved when we reached the
house and I could show her to her room and let her get settled in.
I gave Faye a quick tour of the house after we'd unloaded her bags
and taken them to her room. She was impressed with both the size and
layout of the house, and complemented me frequently on my taste in
decor. Faye hung on my arm as I led her through each room, pressing
herself up against me as often as possible.
I was taken by her. Her scent was intoxicating and the touch of
firm, full breasts pressing against me was maddening. I finally had
to make up an excuse to get away from her before she drove me mad.
I went to the study and had a couple of fast, strong drinks, then
called my girl friend and explained what was going on, and that I
might not be able to see her for a while. She was very understanding,
but suggested that having a nubile teenager in the house with a
single man might lead to trouble. She laughingly suggested that if I
got too tempted, to call her immediately, and she'd relieve the
tension. I didn't realize then that I wouldn't have a choice in the
matter.
I managed to dodge Faye for most of the afternoon since she had to
unpack and get her things arranged, and I had some work to get done.
As it turned out, my work kept me at the office very late. I called
Faye several times to check on her and to apologize for leaving her
alone in a strange city. She said that it was okay; she'd be fine and
I shouldn't worry.

It was just after midnight when I got home and the house was dark,
so I crept quietly up the stairs to my bedroom. It felt strange
sneaking around in my own house, but I didn't want to disturb Faye if
she was asleep, and I was too tired to deal with her if she was
awake.
As I passed her room, I saw the door was open a crack, and the
light was on, so I stopped and peeked in. Faye was stretched out on
her tummy across the bed asleep, hugging her pillow. She was wearing
a pair of sheer pink panties and a cut-off t-shirt. Faye moved, drew
one leg up and fluffed the pillow under her head. The movement
revealed the tight mound of her pussy and another shift pulled the
t-shirt above the creamy mound of her tit. My cock throbbed to
another painful erection, and I forced myself to pull the door
closed. I walked to my own room and flopped on the bed in frustra-
tion. I almost called Rachel, but thought better of it. Instead, I
undressed and slid into bed. I fell asleep almost immediately.
My dreams that night were hot, damp, and they all involved Faye. I
couldn't get her body out of my thoughts, even in sleep. I remember
waking up around 4:00 in the morning with a raging hard-on, and was
surprised to find it sticky. I hadn't had a wet dream in years. I
slept nude, so I didn't have to worry about soiled pajamas or shorts,
but figured that I should check the sheets to assess the damage. I
felt around all over both the top and bottom sheets, but couldn't
find any sign of a wet spot. Finally, in frustration, I turned on the
light and shook out the top sheet, holding it up to look at it.
Nothing. I looked all over the bottom sheet, and again, nothing. I
finally said the hell with it and pulled the covers back up and went
back to sleep.

I enrolled Faye in school the next day, and our lives settled into
a routine, even though she continued to tease me unmercifully. I was
spending more time at the office in the evenings at that point, so I
really didn't think the teasing was bothering me that much, but I
kept having emissionless wet dreams almost every night.
A few nights after Faye arrived, I shuddered awake from a really
sexy dream. I was coming, and wrapped my hand around my cock and
milked it to prolong the pleasant sensations. My door was ajar, and I
thought I saw something move past. I wakened further and noticed that
my cock was soaking wet, and not just with cum. As I examined it more
closely, I saw red marks all over my cock, almost like bite marks.
Something was going on. I'd been perplexed by the absence of
stains from my nightly wet dreams; yet this latest one now left me
covered with the sticky white stuff. I had a strong feeling that I
was being visited while I was asleep, but didn't want to confront
Faye with it until I could be sure. I needed concrete proof that I
wasn't just jerking off in my sleep.
I got up and walked down the hall to the bath. As I passed Faye's
room, I stopped and listened at the door. Silence. I opened the door
and peeked in. Faye was lying on her side, asleep in her usual night
wear of panties and crpped tee shirt. My cock began to harden. The
tee shirt was up under her arms and her creamy breasts drew my eye in
the dim light. I stood spellbound, unable to retreat. I pushed the
door open all the way and hall light flooded the room. I crossed her
room and knelt by the bed. Faye's eyes squinted against the light and
she turned her face into her pillow, but that was the only response.
I knelt beside the bed, scarcely breathing, staring at the ripe
young body of my niece, my ward. I was taking a major risk, but at
that moment I really didn't care. I didn't touch her, just looked.
And she helped me. Faye rolled onto her back and her breasts jiggled
like jello-filled balloons. One knee lifted and then rolled out to
the side. Her panty covered crotch came into view.
My eyes were drawn to the junction of her thighs, and my cock
pulsed as I looked at the fresh young pussy through her tight pant-
ies. As I stepped to the end of the bed, she pulled her other leg up
and her thighs spread wide, almost as if she knew I was there. I
knelt motionless, watching, waiting for some sign to let me know that
she knew I was there. She gave me a sign, but it wasn't what I was
expecting.
Gradually, her breathing deepened, becoming harsher, and she
tossed her head from side to side, grunting and groaning deep in her
throat. But her lower body didn't move from its displayed position.
Her left hand crept to one big tit and pinched the nipple, making it
jut out firm and proud. I didn't know if she were dreaming or putting
on a show, but she was getting turned on. A small dark spot appeared
on her panties and grew quickly as musky droplets seeped from her
cunt. The creamy liquid soaked the gusset and made it almost trans-
parent. Her labia were distinct through the sheer material, and her
scent filled the room.
Faye's other hand rested on her tummy, tracing small circles on
the smooth white flesh. The circles grew wider until her fingertips
brushed the elastic of her panties.
I could take no more, and backed up, still on my knees, scuttling
to the door. When I stood up my shadow fell over her. The light
behind me threw a shadow across the bed, as if trying to do what I
wouldn't let myself do. The tip of my shadow-cock rested on my
sleeping niece's damp panties. I stood a moment longer, then closed
the door and continued on to the bathroom. I knew that I wouldn't be
able to get back to sleep now, so I got in the shower and turned it
on as cold as I could stand it. It didn't help; my cock was still as
hard as a rock, so I turned on the hot water and grabbed the soap. I
leaned back and jerked off, thinking how much I'd love to go back in
Faye's room and fuck the living shit out of her.
I brought myself off quickly, but my cock stayed hard. It stayed
in a kind of semi-erection for most of the day.
Faye's teasing was much more blatant that morning as she got ready
for school. She came out of the bathroom stark naked as I passed by,
stopping and posing for me, then turning and walking casually down
the hall to her room. Then at breakfast, she leaned over my shoulder,
pressing her tits into my back as she grabbed my wrist and took a
huge bite out of the piece of toast I was holding. She even made a
show of licking a drop of jelly off of my finger, then wiggled her
nimble pink tongue at me before swallowing it.
I almost ran out of the house that morning. I was scared by what
seemed to be going on. I didn't have any proof that Faye was coming
on to me, and I didn't want to make any advances even if she was. My
thoughts were of jail cells, and big, hairy men taking turns on my
virgin asshole flashed through my mind as I drove to work.
I tried to call Rachel, hoping that she could help me out, both by
draining my balls and maybe telling me what to do, but her assistant
said she was in Phoenix for the next two weeks. I plodded through my
meetings that day, then stalled as long as I could before I went
home.

The living room light was on when I pulled up in front of the
house. I stood on the front porch debating whether or not to go in.
Finally, I peeked in the bay window to see if Faye really was awake.
She was sitting on the couch, wearing a cut-off tee shirt and a
pair of running shorts. She was watching a MacGyver on TV, so I
figured it was safe enough, especially if I breezed in with a quick
hello and hauled ass for my bedroom. Before I could move, Faye blew
that plan all to hell.
She pulled up her tee shirt and cupped her tits, massaging them
slowly, moving her fingers upward over the firm, full globes until
she reached her nipples. She tweaked the spiky buds, teasing them to
hardness. My cock grew with her nipples, stretching down my pants
leg. I sensed a drop of pre-come ooze from the tip when she lifted
one tit and licked the nipple, then sucked it into her mouth.
I wanted to run, but my feet weren't getting the message. I stood
there, peeking in my own living room window like a peeping tom. Faye
made it worth my while. When she finished playing with her nipples,
she dipped her hand into the waistband of her shorts and dug around
with her fingers. I didn't have a very good view, since I was looking
in at her from the side. I could just discern the fingers moving
under the loose material. Suddenly, she got up and pushed her shorts
down, kicking them nearly off. They dangled from one ankle as she sat
back down against the arm of the couch with one leg up on the cush-
ions and the other on the floor. She was fully open to my ravenous
gaze. Fingertips dipped into the fur-clad slit. She kept her eyes on
the TV as she stroked in and out of her pretty pink pussy. Her
arousal was obvious: her pussy lips glistened.
Faye continued the fingering, slowly picking up the pace until her
hand was a blur. She brought her free hand down and started rubbing
her clit. She looked positively delicious lying there on the couch,
her skin flushed a deep red, her hands digging eagerly into her cunt.
I reached down and began to massage the head of my cock, feeling my
own orgasm rapidly approaching. I stopped suddenly, ashamed of myself
for masturbating like a school boy.
You should go in there and put a stop to all this right now, I
told myself. She's a sixteen year old girl for God's sake. You have
got to do something.
So I did. I turned around and went back to my car, got in and
drove to the bar down the street. I sat at the bar for a few of
hours, getting pretty well smashed. Finally around 2:30, I decided
that it might be safe to go home.
As I drove up to the house, I couldn't see any lights, so I parked
the car, (right on top of one of my prized azaleas), and quietly made
my way inside. I tip-toed up the stairs, and as I reached the top, I
saw that Faye's door was open and the light was on. Shit! I thought,
she's gonna get me fer sure now, and I'm in no shape to resist.
But my fears proved ungrounded. As I crept past her door, I saw
that she was asleep, but had left another trap for me. She was naked
on top of her covers. I groaned audibly, unsure of how long I could
resist. She must have heard me, because she rolled over on her back,
and her legs drifted open. I stared hungrily at the cleft between her
legs, because she'd shaved the lips and trimmed the bush over her
cunt into a neat little mohawk. I walked into the room and knelt on
the floor with my face between her legs. I leaned in close and took a
long, loud sniff, and was almost overcome by the fragrant aroma
drifting up from her smooth-shaven beaver.
"God, I bet that tastes good," I mumbled, unaware that I'd said it
aloud.
Faye must have heard me. She purred lightly and ground her hips in
a slow circle, lifting her pussy toward my eager face. Pearly drop-
lets oozed from between the dusky pink lips that spread slowly, like
a flower opening to the sun. Suddenly, I noticed a drop of water
running down her thigh about eight inches away from her pretty bald
cunt. I saw another drop hit, and realized that I was drooling. I
leaned in a little closer just as Faye lifted her hips again, and her
pussy brushed lightly over the tip of my nose.
Faye moaned as I pulled my head back. She was still lifting her
hips, almost humping up at me. I rose to my feet and stood over her.
I tugged my zipper down slowly and quietly, then reached in for my
throbbing cock. I watched Faye's legs open wider as she pulled her
feet up under her butt. The thick pink petals of her labia opened and
a stream of nectar seeped out and down into the crack of her ass.
I backed up slowly, stroking my cock as I went. When I reached the
door, I turned off the light and pulled the door closed, then walked
down the hall to my room, still stroking my cock lazily, I mumbled
drunkenly to myself "There ya go bitch. Yer not the only one who can
tease ya know."
I undressed, dropping my clothes on the floor, my hard cock
preceding me every where I went. On an alcohol-inspired hunch I dug
my camera bag from the closet and fumbled out the pair of 8 mm cam-
corders. I put a fresh tape in each one and set them for slow record.
One rested on the dresser at one side of the bed, hidden by some
papers. The other lay on the window sill and peeked out between the
curtains. I turned off the overhead light and toggled the reading
lights mounted on the headboard. They were aimed at my cock.
I flopped on the bed, not bothering with the covers.
`Why bother? She's gonna come in and rape me when she thinks I'm
asleep.' I looked down at my cock, still standing up in an enormous
erection. `Jesus,' I thought, `that thing must have grown a couple of
inches. If I roll over, I'm gonna pole vault into the closet.'
Shaking my head, I wrapped a pillow up around my ears, (It helps me
sleep, OK?) and tried to sleep. An hour later I was still awake. The
drop of cunt-cream on the end of my nose was driving me crazy, and I
was afraid to roll over for fear of breaking my cock. I was debating
getting up and going downstairs when I heard the knob on my bedroom
door turn. There was a creak as the door opened slowly.
I made my breathing deep and even, feigning sleep. With the pillow
around my head, Faye couldn't see my face. She stood and watched me
for a very long time, then pushed the door open and crept across the
room. I'm surprised that I never noticed her coming in before. I
could hear her harsh breathing as she drew closer, and I could smell
her musky aroma as she stood looking down at me.
Her boldness surprised me. She moved around to the foot of the bed
and knelt slowly on the mattress. She moved up over me, dragging her
nipples over my legs. She moved slowly, but finally reached my cock
and settled down on top of me. Her hot cunt slid across my hairy
calf, her tits pressed into my thighs. Hot breath fanned the head of
my cock, making it pulse and throb mightily.
I was afraid to open my eyes, but I could feel her looking at my
cock, just inches from her face. I almost lost control when she blew
a stream of cool air around my knob, making it flex and flair like
the head of a cobra. A drop of pre-come squirted out and started to
run down the side of my shaft, and I heard her speak.
"Ah, there's the candy baby's looking for," she cooed. Then her
hot wet tongue raked up the side of my cock to lap the thick, creamy
droplet. My cock pulsed, and another drop, even larger, poured down
the underside of my cock.
She wrapped her fingers loosely around the base of my cock to
steady it as she dragged her tongue slowly upwards, lashing at the
thick vein that seamed the underside of my shaft. I heard her suck my
warm, gooey offering into her mouth, then felt her lips against the
nerve cluster just under the rim. She sucked and licked her way up
over the fat flaring knob of my cock until she was nursing directly
on the soft weeping lips of my piss-slit. A steady stream of pre-come
oozed out of those tiny pink lips, only to be gathered up by her
eager tongue. She'd brought her hands into play, one was milking my
shaft gently urging more of my cream up and out so she could slurp it
off, and the other was massaging my balls gently, coaxing them to
release more of the steaming sauce she craved.
I lay back and relaxed. I was amazed at how well I was taking
this, and was confident that I could maintain the pretense of sleep
throughout her oral assault. I'd become a detached spectator, even
though watching through my sense of touch.
Faye became more active, even aggressive, as she nursed on my
drooling slit. Her tongue made wider and wider excursions around the
sensitive meat of my knob, wetting and teasing the hot crimson flesh.
I groaned when her lips slipped over the rim of my cock-head. She
held the tip between her lips, baking in the furnace of her mouth.
She drooled freely, hot spit streaming down the fat shaft.
She began massaging the hot drool into the thick stalk, moving it
up and down lazily. Her mouth picked up the same rhythm, and she
sucked and pumped on my cock, increasing the pace, and making loud
slurping noises as she sucked.
Faye lifted her head from my cock, but maintained the pumping
motion with her hand. I felt her mashing her drooling cunt against my
leg, humping her clit on my shin.
"Please wake up, Uncle Max!" she whispered, almost pleading. "I
know you want to fuck me, I could feel your breath on my pussy, andÄ
Oh God." She licked a drop of cum off my throbbing knob and ground
her pussy harder against my leg. "When I felt you between my legs,
sniffing my pussy, drooling on me because you wanted to lick my hot
little cunt...."
Her hand left my balls, and a moment later slipped between my leg
and her sloppy wet pussy. Faye stroked her clit and continued to
whisper: "I thought you'd finally get the message that I wanted you
to fuck me when you peeked in the living room window. I put on a
special show. Just for you. But when I finished, you were gone."
She squeezed my cock, making the head bulge out, and dove down on
it, taking half my length into her hot, wet mouth. She sucked vigor-
ously for a long time, varying her speed and rhythm, apparently
familiar with what my cock liked.
My hips jerked, I couldn't stop them, but she must have gotten the
same response while I was asleep the other times, because she didn't
stop. I started bucking my hips up at her mouth, fucking my cock into
her mouth in the rhythm I wanted, and she picked it up without
missing a stroke.
She pulled her head up suddenly, leaving my cock to cool in the
still air. "You're gonna come soon, aren't you? Oh please, wake up! I
want you to fuck my mouth when you come. Oh please wake up. Wake up!"
She groaned and tugged roughly on my cock. The thick shaft pulsed
once, then twice, much harder, in rapid succession, and she dropped
her head back down, but didn't take it in her mouth.
"Come, yeah, I know you can do it! Come for me, feed me that hot
nasty cream! Oh, I want it so bad!" she groaned, her lips brushing
the winking piss-hole as she spoke.
Her lips captured the spit-slick tip and sucked hungrily while her
hand beat feverishly up and down my rigid stalk. She brought her hand
back to my balls and squeezed them again, not so gently this time. I
groaned and arched up off the bed, driving my cock between her lips
and into the back of her mouth. She met my motion, diving down the
thick stalk even as the first load burned up from my aching balls.
My cock lodged in her throat as the first hot wad of steaming
spunk spewed from my tortured slit. She moaned deep in her throat,
but didn't gag or pull away. Her tight throat muscles massaged as she
swallowed, and set off another spurt from deep in my balls.
She pulled her head up as the second load surged up the stalk of
my cock. She kept the head in her mouth, lips clamped tight just
under the rim. She groaned hungrily as my come burst into her mouth,
and I felt thick streams of the hot stuff running down the shaft of
my cock. Her hand was still pumping steadily as she pulled her mouth
off my cock, panting like a marathon runner.
"Yeah, shoot in my face now. I know you've got some more in there
for me. Oh, shoot it all over my face, my tits. Drown me in it!"
My cock pulsed even as she spoke. My come flew out and splattered
her smooth white skin. I wanted to open my eyes and look at her
bathed in come, but I lay there and just let it happen.
She kept jerking on my cock long after I'd stopped spurting. She
brought it back to her mouth and sucked it into the warm, wet cavern,
licking up my spilled seed. Almost lazily now, she teased her tongue
around and around my shrinking shaft.
She took her time cleaning me up. It was obvious that she didn't
care if she was caught. Hell, she wanted to be caught! Finally, she'd
gotten all the creamy nectar I had to offer, and my cock had shrunk
to it resting state as a soft warm snake nestled between my legs.
She climbed off of me, then I heard a squashing noise near my
head. I was sorely tempted to open my eyes, but seconds later was
glad I'd resisted.
"Maybe you'll get the point now," she whispered, running her
fingers under my nose and across my lips, smearing her tangy nectar
onto my face.
I licked my lips and smiled dreamily, then rolled over and turned
my back to her.
She stood there for several more minutes, looking down at me. I
finally heard the door close, and I dropped off to sleep.
The next morning, (about two hours later really), I strolled up
behind Faye as she stood at the kitchen counter making her lunch. I
wrapped my arms lightly around her tiny waist and nuzzled her neck,
sucking lightly on the tender skin, like I was giving her a hickey.
She put her hand on my cheek and pressed her body back against me,
wiggling her hips against my crotch, trying to tease me. I surprised
her by pulling her back tighter against me, pushing my semi-hard cock
into her soft, springy butt.
She spun in my arms so she was facing me, but kept up her easy
bumping motion with her hips. I surprised her again, because I pulled
on her hips again and ground my crotch into hers, pinning her up
against the counter. Faye wrapped her arms around my neck and rubbed
her big, fluffy tits into my chest, then closed her eyes and moved
her face up to kiss me. This wasn't going to be any good morning
peck, but a full-fledged, tongue down the throat soul kiss.
I leaned back, dodging her and putting us both off balance, so we
had to break our embrace. Faye looked at me for a moment, shaking her
head with a wry smile as though she knew the game I was playing.
"You look almost frisky this morning. You've been so jumpy and
distant since I got here! I was beginning to think that you might not
want me." She grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me close
again. "What's gotten into you anyway!"
"A dream." I said simply. I smiled at her, thinking how nice it
was to be able to stand up straight and look her in the eyes. I put
my hands on the counter, leaning into her, making her bend backwards
at the waist. Her crotch was pushed out by her position, and I
dropped one hand between us and let it brush over her mound through
her tight jeans. Faye gasped, shocked at my taking the initiative,
but I moved away before anything else happened. "Yeah, I had a dream
about a woman," I said dropping to one knee right in front of her to
pick up some crumbs from the floor. I was looking right at her cunt
as I continued. "I think it was Rachel, but I'm not so sure now.
Anyway, I was on this table or bed or something, and she was making
love to me. I wasn't tied up or anything, but I couldn't move, I was
subject to her will in all things. It was a really hot dream." I
stood up and stared into her eyes. "I think I've been having this
dream a lot lately. I really don't know if I should be telling you
this," I said, letting my voice drop to a conspiratorial whisper,
"but I think I've been having wet dreams."
Faye blushed, and her breath came in harsh pants for a few mo-
ments. She looked back at me, meeting my eyes in a bold stare. "It
sounds to me like you need someone to help you take care of that
problem."
I turned away and walked over to the bar. I could tell that she
was off balance. She was looking at me closely, trying to figure out
if I was playing her game now, or if I was really sharing a secret
with her. Either way, I knew she liked the change.
"Yeah, I'm gonna call Rachel this afternoon and see if she wants
to go out tonight. You don't mind, do you?" I said over my shoulder
as I poured a cup of coffee.
She looked daggers at me and grabbed her books off the table and
started to stomp out. "Do whatever you want. I'm going to be late for
school." She stormed out, slamming the front door behind her.
Her performance brought a laugh. It'd been cruel to lead her on
then drop her, but I wanted her confused, upset and off her stride
while I got my head together on how to handle her. I knew I was going
to fuck her, especially after I let her suck me off last night.
I went upstairs for the camcorders and brought them down to the
living room. I hooked them to my editing console and grabbed the
remotes, then got comfortable on the floor in front of the tv.
I started the recorder that had been on the dresser, since I'd set
that one for a closer focus. The tape ran for a minute, and then,
there I was, moving around the room, then settling on the bed. I
stared at my image on the screen, not used to seeing this outside
perspective. I liked what I saw, a tall, well-muscled man, still firm
from a youth spent in physical pursuits. My face had a character I
hadn't noticed in the mirror, and the salt and pepper in my hair
accented it. My eyes were drawn to my cock, especially after I'd
settled on the bed and it took up most of the frame. It looked bigger
from the angle I was seeing it from now compared to when I look down
at it from above. On the whole, I wasn't to shabby.
I fast forwarded the tape to the point where Faye first came into
view, then slowed it to normal speed and watched her suck my cock.
There was Faye from her tits up, and me, from my knees to the middle
of my chest, clear as day. I was amazed at th