I decided to sit tight – well, maybe just for a while. Betsy stood in front of me, blocking the TV, and said, “Come give me my bath, Daddy.” She was down to her little girl underpants, which rode under the shelf of her big bare belly. Japanese sex As if picking up the idea, Betsy started warming me up, teasing and tickling my cock tip with her tongue, then slowly closing her lips around my cap and sucking. This had been building for five years and that girl was wearing me down. “Well, maybe not completely.”
“Enough.” Her smile wasn’t sly anymore, just loving. She took one look at my face and said, “She isn’t coming back, is she?”
“Ah, we don’t know.”
“She’s not,” said Betsy shrugging, and everything about her face and body language telegraphed indifference. I was sometimes tempted to stick my finger in it, but I sternly suppressed my impulses.
