Missy's hips swayed before him. Her sighs turned to hungry moans. Her arms reached out to her sides, her fists grabbing at the bedspread and pulling.

Tom licked her pussy several times, his tongue lapping at her feverishly. He swirled it around the edge of her opening, teasing the hole with a gentle pressure. After a couple minutes he licked his way to the top of her sex and swiped at her engorged clit.

The contact brought an audible moan from Missy as her hips jerked.

At several points during the evening such a reaction from the slumbering girl had caused Tom to look up in panic, expecting to find...