I licked my fingers and rubbed for a few minutes and then she said i want you to lick my clit and gently suck on it with my lips. I did what i was tol... and she grabbed my head and began to grind her pussy into my mouth, moaning loudly. She was beginning to build to her climax when she told me to slide my fingers up her pussy and feel her g-spot. I felt the rippled ridges and she said that’s it … Rub it. Then she said i want you to take my middle finger out of her pussy and push it into her. “You were amazing tonight,” I said with genuine sincerity. “Thank you,” he said into his pint glass, modest as always. My stomach was doing flips as my brain and other parts of my anatomy took over. “Can I show you something, in the costume tent?” The words came out in a rush and when they did there was a mixture of relief and nerves. He must have known what I wanted. He would have to have been deaf, dumb and blind not to. “Sure,” he said, with a small smile. Maybe the alcohol was playing a. He always wore baggy blue jeans, so it was when he was kneeling in his chair or bending over that I got a good look at how cute his slim little firm butt was. It was just a perfect little butt – probably a twenty-eight-inch waist, and kinda long legs.Brent picked up the box and handed it to me. Nice kid – he was doing all the work. Then he bent over to pick up the second box, giving me another view of his young beautiful round butt, and this time his shirt lifted up showing me his bare back,. Not to mention Aunty was on the cover in a very seductive pose, with her incredible breasts pushed together... "I was 33 when I posed for this," she said, taking the mag out and handing it to me. "It wasn't long after your father divorced me, and we were so short on money. One of my old friends was a photographer, and he told me I was a born model. Now when he told me he wanted me to pose nude, I laughed, but when he told me after that how much I'd be paid, how could I refuse?" I heard.