She picked up the plastic screen bottle that she’d surreptitiously brought with her within the folds of her towel and tossed it to Tom. He easily ca...ght it. She moved to the prone, face down position taking care to make sure her ass was elevated and her legs were somewhat apart. “Why don’t you start at my toes and work your way up? I wanna make sure you don’t miss one little spot.” Tom stared at the bottle for a long moment. Was this chick trying to set him up? Or was she really that na?? Well. Her figure measured at 36-24-36 and she kept fit primarily through walking. Saro loved flowers and she had a wonderful flower garden. She had asked John to help her with some heavy lifting. She had met John through her husband Samir and college mate Jabin. Jabin had mentioned that John was looking for odd jobs and to keep him in mind if she ever needed some help. John had come over one day to assist Saro. "Your flowers look great. Can you tell me about them?" John said acting interested. "Oh. PenetrationI hit my teens running, by twelve I had extended my ability to giving blow-jobs, to other k**s and one old man, whose house I had to clean as right of passage, my mother a Christianized woman of piety, farmed out her c***dren to others to help, though going down on them, probably was not what she had in mind.I had not long started menstruating, and sex education in school made me aware of what my pussy was all about, which made me all the more curious, as I now had the urge on many. But I wanted at that pussy! I pulled away from her mouth, and gently pushed her back on the bed so that she was lying down with her legs over the edge. I knelt in front of her and parted her thighs, placing them on my shoulders. I looked in her eyes, thrilling at the lust I saw in them, while placing both hands under her butt. My thumbs were on either side of her vulva, and I rubbed them both along her slit, spreading her moisture and tweaking her engorged clitoris.I couldn't wait another.