.aah they were lovely. I can still remember some of them even today -- the parted thighs and the soft curving flesh above the stocking top leading rig...t down ( or up!) into the gorgeous gusset and the unseen hairy mystery inside ... how I would love to kneel in front of her and touch those silk-clad knees and gently open them, parting her legs, opening them, spreading them wide -- and stick my head up her skirt and just BREATHE. That would be enough! Just to smell it, breathing it down deep. ... Dad had shown me an old black and white video of a old film, Buster Keating being chased by cops, I don't think I have ever laughed so much since. But this was not a laughing matter. As I stood and collected her breast I let go the laptop, Patty made a grab for it and got one leg as well. Mom had the wind knocked out of her and grabbed me. I was off balance because of Patty's tackle and tried to find my feet, the trouble with that........, I had knocked over my little camp stool, my feet. Her skirt hit the floor at the same time as my shirt. I was kind of mesmerized as she unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. She freed my cock and slowly sank to her knees, taking my cock in her mouth. She sucked my dick as she worked my pants down to my ankles. I’m not sure how I managed to get my pants and shoes off, but I did, and without taking my dick out of her mouth, she sat me down on the lounge. I don’t know how I managed to maintain enough control to not unload in her mouth and on. "Kirsten tore off the wrapping paper and opened the box. Her eyes got big, and I suddenly had an armful of happy girl. After she hugged me, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. She kept kissing me. Until then, all of our kisses had lasted a few seconds, at most. Kirsten didn't slip me her tongue or anything like that, but she didn't seem eager to stop any time soon. Finally, Mrs. Kennedy loudly cleared her throat, and we broke our clinch."I'm going to be watching you, boy," Mrs..
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