I grabbed that organ in my right handand all I could say was, “Oh, God,” as I stuck out mytongue and licked the head of that steely rod. A...dropof fluid seeped from the opening and I lapped it up andwent for more. I squeezed and fondled his testicles fora moment then started tearing my own clothes off. Inside the camper, David closed the curtains and lockedthe gate and turned on a small fluorescent light. “Putthat thing in here first,” I urged, lying on my backand. 'Touch them', I said, 'Go on, they dont bite', and at my determined forcefulness, he tweaked both my sensitive nipples, causing my knees to buckle, my nipples were hard wired to my clitoris, touching them was akin to rubbing my pussy, half-inch long swollen nipples are something hard to let go, especially if you are a dirty older man in a seedy cinema, no, he twisted them harder, bringing me down onto my knees, bringing my beautiful Scandinavian face in line with his cock, and as my mother used. She often said this to me. She knew I loved it when she pleased me. It did not take long for both of us to have our wishes come true. For I was as the beat of the waves crashing on the rocks. Looking at her face. That was one of the things I loved most about her.I dropped the towel behind her, holding either end in my hands, her head and neck resting in a sling that held her to me. With a gentle coaxing pull on the towel, her hunger was renewed. She opened her mouth and moved down, her hands. "Wh-who is it?" she stammered from beyond the dark crack."Aunt B-Betsy?" Jack? Is that really you? I thought you were off at sea. How long have you been in town?"Now Betsy opened the door all the way and admitted her stunned nephew. And finding her there instead of Millie wasn't the only reason for Jack's breathlessness. For his aunt wore nothing more than a damp towel."I was in the shower," Betsy explained. "Hope you don't mind the way I look." Y-you look super, Aunt Betsy," Jack blurted out,.