She took it, held it a moment longer than was necessary and slid her chair a little closer to me. That made me critically examine her. A twenty-someth...ng, almost half my age, just the fuck what I was trying to escape by coming down here.Long, light brown hair, streaked with blonde, fell in waves to a shoulderless flower-print dress. The neck was scooped to expose the top of her breasts. The dress, loose and flowing, drap3d down to her knees, shapely legs exposed below. I noticed her bright. He had said I looked like the actress who was playing a prostitute in her latest series. I asked if he really thought I looked like a prostitute. He was embarrassed because he meant it as a compliment and to say I looked like the actress herself not who she was playing, and she is just about the best looking girl around. Still, nice as that might have been I knew he soaked me on purpose. So I said “Jack, please look at my face and not my breasts.” Auntie Sarah was very. Her eyes where as round as dinnerplates, as she only stared, at first one breast and then the other. She steppedback to get a better view, I help my breath. One hand came up and she slowly lether fingers follow the contour of my breast and nipple, and the ring, my jumperhad fallen open, allowing her a full view of both of my breasts. She did thisfor about 30 seconds; I could see the pulse on her neck racing.?I love them? she said?, theirlook so good, and the gold rings are fantastic?, Miss. I bought a little surprise for you, honey...”“Are you sure you are okay? What are you doing?" I was getting concerned.Uh, uh… I am perfectly fine. Just give me a minute… Uh, uh, just wait…”I heard her put the phone down and I could now hear what sounded like springs squeaking. As I began to put one and one together in my head my suspicions were confirmed by Anita's words, which I could hear even with the phone put down.. "Uh, uh, fuck yes! Fuck me harder with that big black cock!”“Stretch my.