Addy grinned eyes focused in on me, “Ooh, intrigue in the palace, a suitor, a beaux?”I smirked, “You’ve been reading the bard I see?”“Ugh,...I know tell me about it, but don’t change the subject!”Becky pleaded, “C’mon, tell us!”“Bechdel test much? No, it isn’t about some guy, I’m just feeling good.”“Oh,” Addy stopped short, “So you’re saying Phil didn’t kiss you yesterday then.”“What?! No, where did you even hear that?”Addy winced, “We just heard from Sarah who talked to Brent who heard him. "But I do like you. Your interesting. I've enjoyed chatting with you; and so I thought it would be nice if I let you watch me masturbate. Would like that?" I'd love it!" I replied without a seconds hesitation. The fact that I was 'too old', in Melissa's opinion of me, was only one aspect. The other, and possibly the biggest reason of all for her refusal to fuck me, was that I didn't have a big cock, nor was I black. Being a black man, and having a big (and black) cock, were Melissa's main. Shit, I love it already and I just now got my tongue in it. I couldn’t hardly wait to get my cock in my aunt’s pussy. Damn, this is prime Mexican pussy here.When I got her settled down, I fucked her with my tongue deeper and deeper. She was screaming and yelling so loud, I wondered if anyone could hear her at the houses off in the distance from ours. I struck her hard little clitty and she almost took off like a rocket. I pulled her back and sucked some more as I tried my best to pull her tiny. Downward she stepped, down through that long dark tunnel of the stairwell. Her breath was coming now in ragged gasps, and she was sure she was drenched with sweat. She touched her forehead. She was slightly moist, slightly frightened by the enormity of what she was about to do.On the last step she paused and sighed one last deep sigh, closed her lovely dark blue eyes. A last moment of hesitation. Young and virgin, a fleeting blush of terror swept over her body. She tensed, shivered. But the.