After a few licks he told me to take the head in my mouth. I did, but immediately pulled off. This was too weird. I looked up at him and said, “I’... done”. He stood there and looked down at me and said “ok”.I just stayed there kneeling in front of him thinking about what I had just done. I thought that this was something that I never would have thought I would do. My brain was on overdrive. He then told me that he understood how I felt but that I should try again. After some thought I opened my. As I watched in rapture, the digit suddenly disappeared as if suddenly chopped off at the second knuckle. It didnt take a genius in female anatomy to figure out that the finger was firmly ensconced in that beautiful innocent vagina that was sat revealed before me. The outer fingers squeezed the lips together bounding the buried digit with soft damp flesh. As if trying to escape, I could see the knuckle tugging back and forth between the fleshy lips that were the labia of my little nymphet. Her. I couldn't get enough of the amount of sexual joy and bliss i got from fucking it. I bounced it on my junk, and smacked it's face with my hard cock. I wanted that doll sooo badly! I wanted it all to myself! Forget Aunt Doreen! This was MY doll! Aunt Doreen wouldn't play with it, make love to it, or fuck it, like i would! The doll would sit it in a doll cabinet, and the thing would just sit there on a glass shelf forever. I would put the doll on my cock, and i would squirt all sorts of. ‘Probably she was scared’, I thought to myself. I sadly closed the laptop thinking that I had missed a chance to have some fun. But then I remembered that she still had to clean some more rooms, probably the corridors and the hall too. ‘I could just take a chance and try my luck with her’, I thought as I got up. I slipped on my pink slippers and walked to the door. I opened the door slightly and peeped out. She was there alright, cleaning the corridor with her broom.The maid was a slightly over.