Her lips were inching towards my pussy with my skirt being pushed up and her hands were playing with my tits. ‘OOoohhh yyeessss, hemaa…. U r soo g...od… u have a slutty tongue of a whore” I uttered all sorts of bad words. “mmmm…. I love to like a randi pussy mommyy…” She got taken aback on pleasing me. I pilled her up to kiss her hard on her lips spreading her lipstick on my lips. She was unbuckling my bra and pushing them up to sqeeze my naked titties. I too started playing with her small tits.. "Hmm... makes sense I suppose," she said slowly and thoughtfully. She was gauging my intentions, I could clearly see.She extended a bath towel on the carpet and laid a pillow on one side."Well, come over here," she beckoned with both hands.I strode towards her, and I could see her eyeing my body behind the glare of her glasses. Watching her do this made me even more excited. I laid face down and unwrapped the towel, letting it cover my ass. Soon after, I felt my Aunt's weight over me as she. The climate seemed desert dry and you could see forever it seems as the vanishing point on the horizon was all pretty much unobstructed without any hills or anything.Swinging around the end of the huge hay storage structure there was what looked like an old quonset hut, plain and frankly ugly. There were some pieces of hay equipment and a truck parked nearby. There were no roads leading to the place like asphalt but rather just two rut roads going in various directions. In the far distance I. It was only 8.30pm. The place was only half full. Most of the patrons were teenagers, half full of cheap grog and a few of old perverts ogling the young bodies. Monique was different. Early forties, almost 6’ tall (179 cm), 34d breasts. Her legs seemed to go forever, ending with a miniskirt, which was exposing the most exiting part of her thighs and arse every time she made a sudden move. We made our way up the stairs, collecting some wolf whistles and rude comments from the young guys sitting.