Then I went back out to the garage and waited. I checked my messages again to see if I had any; or if Thomas had had to cancel on me for some reason (...hich did happen, from time to time, with some of my patrons), but there was nothing.Then, as I was setting my phone down, I hear the quiet clank of the fence gate latch, and I felt my heart beat increase with the anticipation of yet another nice blow job ahead of me!Sure enough, it was Thomas, a pastor (if you can believe it) of a fairly well. "Let me make you feel good. No one is gonna know." I turned my hand sideways pressuring her thighs. She slid forward a bit in the seat and spread her legs as wide as she could in the seat. I always love that feeling when a woman spreads her legs. I guess to me the legs are a symbol of a woman's chastity and morals. They are taught to keep them tightly together. When I see them spread willingly it says to me, "Here is my pussy, take me." I laid my fingers down upon her tender pussy, the lace. Fir unke desktop par maine unko vo site kholkar dikhaya par sab videos chote the.Fir maine ek aur site me jakar ek video chala aur hum dekhne lage.Kuch der bad aunty boli ki Ansh tumne kabhi kisi ladki ko choda hai ye sunkar mera dimag kam karna band kar diya.. Mai chup raha. Tab us video me ladka ladki ki chut aur gaand ek saath chat raha tha. Aunty ne fir pucha toh maine bola ki nahi aunty nahi choda hu aur maine pucha ki aap ne ph me bf kyu rakhe hai uncle toh hai aapko chodne k liye bt. I felt her body and though I felt it to be underdeveloped (most probably due to the fact that she was still in high school) it was still the curvaceous smooth body of a young girl. Her breasts were the size of your average snowballs and her ass was extremely hard and firm. Of course thinking that something may have been off with this chick I placed my hand between her legs to make sure that She was not a He. I was drunk but I was not stupid. What I felt was not a cock but rather a nice silky.