There was a knock at the door. "Rod, are you alright?" Lolita asked with concern. "Yeah, sure, honey," I replied. "I'm going to bed. Goodnight," she c...lled. "Goodnight, sleep well." I heard her walk away. After I cleaned myself up, I pulled up my bottoms and unlocked the door and went back to the football and drank my beer. It was around half past nine at night, half an hour after I'd gone to bed, when I woke up with a hard on again thinking about Lolita in the room next door in her pink. I could see on Beth’s face that her aunt was instructing her to do something. Next thing I know, Beth pulls her gorgeous ass up out of the hole in the tube, and she rests it on the edge, while Barb holds the tube steady. At that point, I guess my wife told her to pull her legs back and hold onto them, because that’s what she did. Without hesitation, my wife buried her face in between Beth’s long, athletic legs, and began sucking the young girl’s sweet pussy for all she was worth. I could. He groans as the taste of his own fluid coats his tongue. The puddle in her palm is drawn into his mouth by his breathless licking. The sticky remnants stick obscenely to his lips, giving them a dull sheen. The wet slurps make him purr and desire is easily read in his eyes. He is thorough in his obedience, taking his time in lapping at her hand. He runs his tongue between each finger, moaning as he licks back down to her wrist, the trail of spunk no match for his enthusiasm.“Good boy, she. Her black skirt barely covered her gigantic ass, which left the majority of her thick legs exposed. She had them covered in nice stockings with matching garter belt. She made sure to leave her panties at home, if she sat just right her freshly shaven pussy would be on display. She parked the car and made her way to the office building. The interview was on the fifth floor and Lucy could tell from all the stares she was receiving that her attire was having the desired affect. In the elevator two.