She drew him between her lips and moved her mouth tentatively down his shaft, feeling his bulbous head press against her tongue.They were laughing at ...er now, full of bravado and excitement. She closed her lips tightly around him, slicking the way along his shaft with her own saliva, cringing when a noisy slurp was greeted with loud cackles of hilarity. She closed her eyes as though it would help to cut out their cruel jibes as she was forced to suck on the cock while they looked on, and felt. "Fuck me!" screeched Dawn, whipping round in horror."Don't mind if I do," grinned Fred, sheepishly."God, you scared me! How long have you been there?" Dawn was panting in sparkling shock."Long enough to get hard, sexy lady." He thrust his tented boxers towards her. "You should wear just that apron and heels more often." Maybe I will." She turned around again, checking the pancakes. They were cooked, so she danced over to the cupboard, and spread her legs wide. Then she bent at the waist so Fred. He moaned softly as Rebecca’s mouth slid over his dick. As she sucked him, he looked out of the windows at the other women around the pool. The sensation was even better than he had imagined. With one of her hands massaging his balls, he could feel his orgasm approaching. His aunt gasped as he shot stream after stream of young spunk into her mouth. The mature woman greedily gulped every drop, then slowly stood, swiping her chin catching dribbles of his jism. She patted his crotch, then pulled. She slipped back into her room and into her shirt, buttoning it half-way up to let her blue camisole show through. She then went to the closet and looked through her small pile of shoes. She was not a shoe woman. She had a pair of running shoes, a pair of cross trainers, one pair of black high heels and a pair of sandals. When she was looking for comfort she had a pair of soled moccasins that she liked to wear. She slipped those on and then went to wait in the living room, so it wasn’t like she.