Maine aunty se pucha ke app ka upar wala purshan agar khali hai to main dekh saktan hoon, to aunty ne keha kiyon nahi, tusi upper chale jaoo aur dekhl..., main keha ok, phri main upper chal geya, makan dekha , too main niche aageya or maine aunty se keha ke uncle ko bulado main un se makan ke rent ki baat karni hai, to main aunty ka zawab sun kar heran ho geya, aunty ne muje kaha ke tumahare uncle to out of sattion hain or bachhe vi ghar nahi hain vo ve apne nanke ghar gaye hain, to main mann hi. "Oh, Aimee!" I groaned in response. Damn! It felt amazing to be inside her."Good job, Aimee," said Cat.Aimee didn't do anything. It was all me, so I wondered why Cat said that. Of course, it wasn't such a good idea for Cat to say, "Good job, Chris! You just deflowered your first freshman student." No, that wouldn't be a good idea at all.I took it easy with slow strokes. Well, I intended to take it easy. Damn, what a great pussy! She was so tight! The stimulation was going to make me cum quickly. “And then what?” I asked. “Feel his cock in my hand, squeeze it until a little cum trickles out, then place it in my mouth.” Kathy was pushing all the right buttons that night. We always had the best sex when she talked dirty about other men. “I think he wants your ass,” I said passionately. “Are you enough of a slut to let him fuck you up the ass? Show him how it feels?” Kathy was panting for me to keep fucking her, but if she didn’t. She was dancing for him, trying to allure him... entice him into coming up and putting a dollar or maybe even five dollars in her g-string. She wanted to please him and enchant him. She wanted to show him that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. As Donna danced for the mirror, a strange thing happened. She began to see herself as a stripper. She began to see that maybe - just maybe - she could do this. She decided that at the very least she would talk to Lisa's friend and find out more.