I saw a blue eye peer in at me. The accent was soft and sweet. Something from the south.“Yes,” I answered again. I could feel the juices from my p...ssy dripping down my legs. I wanted to finish what I had started. My visitor moved closer to the crack in the door. I could smell a cologne that made my pussy pulse.“You told me to come see you when you moved here,” that intoxicating voice answered and I knew immediately who it was. I opened the door fully and smiled as he took in the sight of my. At forty years old, she was the youngest of my mother’s sisters and probably the only family member that I was still on good terms with. She was perfectly middle aged, rocking the mom jeans and a vee neck shirt that perfectly showed off her c cup cleavage.She had shoulder length blonde hair and the most piercing yet kind blue eyes that I have ever known. She didn’t look much different from when I had seen her last. The typical soccer mom physique. In shape, but on the cusp of letting it go. No. James kissed Sophie’s neck which turned her on more, he whispered in her ear, “have you ever been with a man Trish?” he enquired. “No” she replied nervously at last realising that it wouldn’t just be a quick drink then she’d be allowed to go home. “Lads,” James called out in glee, “Trish is a virgin … but not for long eh?” The other men cheered. At that point she felt another hand on her other thigh, she looked down, it was Leroy, a coloured lad who was also now beginning to stroke her. “We. I turned her around and got on top, and fucked her in missionary for few minutes. She was moaning like a sex goddess, everyone could hear us so it was more thrilling. My abs were hitting the top of her pussy and the wetness made the sounds much louder and the scent of sex was everywhere in the air. Then we changed to doggy, but she was lying down with her legs closed so this makes her pussy so tight and enjoyable for both of us. I licked her ass and pussy from behind as I love that angle and it.