Or was he her boyfriend now? She was confused, scared, and a little worn out. She raised her hand and brushed her cheek and looked at her cum covered ...ingers. She stopped in her tracks sniffed it and gave it a tentative little lick. It tasted slightly salty but other wise it was tasteless. She decided to leave the mess on her face and walked right into kitchen. Her father was leaning over the counter drinking a coffee like nothing happened. She started shaking and decided to get it over with.. As I walked around the room I could see up her slip and she had a very hairy cunt. It was sticking out the sides of some white satin panties. I knew I had to touch her. She had tiny tits and perky nipples of a women a fraction her age and thats where I started.I was so focused on her breathing, I figured thats how I could tell if she was going to wake up. I reached over and lightly touched one of her already hard nipples. Her breathing stayed the same. i thought to myself...what are you doing?. I just get the sensation of trying to have her closer, tasting that body, that pussy with lovely pussy lips. She seems like a queen there, last time she was eating some berries, the sight was totally hot.The tall young girl has a very athletic body, she seems to be doing some sort of sports, she goes on the terrace in swimsuits, sometimes thongs, which leave just a small space for imagination. I wonder if she ll be naked there also some day.... But the real deal is her mother, if there are. I blew and blew until I could blow no more. My lips parted company with her arse and she began to fart. The first “blast” so powerful it splattered my face with the spit I had been injecting her with. I sniffed, feeling the wind in my face, smelling that musky smell, but most of all, hearing that sound. The sound that most people are embarrassed about making, but the sound that I find signifies all that is delicious and dirty about real dirty animal sex.She stopped tonguing my ass and turned to.