Her hair’s in a pony tail, a loose bun or covered with a cap. Big sweat shirts and jeans, tennis shoes is her uniform. She doesn’t like to be the ...enter of attention, not for her looks anyway. Oh…but her hair is fire. I’m big, tall, black Irish. Cecilla as I said was beautiful, a beautiful Irish rose. Red-orange hair, green eyes, freckles all over. An amazing body, I was graced to be with Cecilla. Ce’s hair is fire, it’s not all red-orange like her mom’s. Ce’s is all colors of red. Blood red,. With a loud buzz-and-click the gate unlocked.A painstakingly maintained cobblestone road led through a cluster of low buildings. The one marked "Administration" seemed a likely candidate for a place to ask directions. He swung the gleaming brass knocker on a massive wooden door."Welcome. Come on in, if you will, and sit down." The woman greeting him behind the open door was wearing glasses and a smile -- and nothing else.His view dropped automatically to her bare... bosom. Then his eyes slowly. Gone is the shirt and panties. In their place is a nightie that is completely see-through, and she has no panties on at all! The top is tented by her hard nipples and it stops only just past her crotch. With every step that she takes, Alan can see her bare pussy.She slips into the bathroom before he can even get there and he quickens his pace. As he walks in, Faye motions for him to close the bathroom door. When he does that he turns back to see his mother pulling her nightie over her head. His. I washed her stomach and could feel her trembling in fear. I came back up to her left tit and down her arm, turning her around I started to wash her back moving from her neck to her ass and back up then back down her other arm.“Spread your legs” I saidAs she moved her legs apart, her leg brushed my now hard cock. She looked down at my cock and gasped.“Don’t worry, that is not for you yet. You will know when it is your time”Her body tightened up when I reached down to wash her pussy. When my.