Waking up in the morning I felt groggy and tired but one thing I did notice was I woke up with morning glory, I was rock solid and made a huge tent of...the quilt. I needed to sort this out. I slid my hand down into my panties where it was stretching them and slid them off allowing my cock to grow to it's full size, I was so horny and instantly began wanking to hard and fast. I stripped off naked and pulling the quilt off I lay naked wanking so hard, my tits flat on my chest but bouncing. She was moaning a little louder now. I started to blow air onto her clit. She seemed to enjoy because I felt her get wetter. I then started licking and nibbling on her clit and going faster with my fingers. I spread her pussy lips open. And stuck my tongue inside. She moaned and I flicked my tongue fast as she played with my hair and shoved my head into her body so my tongue would be deeper. I slowed down and climbed back up to her. I took off my shirt and she started rubbing my cock through my. Lying beside her I started to enter her scissor style but the lifting of her thigh to allow entry clearly caused her discomfort and I was again reminded of her age – a simpler approach was needed and I lay her on her back more conventionally and anointed her vagina again with the lube and placed the swollen end of my by now expectant cock within her vulva. I pushed and met an unexpected resistance and Kirstie gave a sigh.“Slowly please, it has been so long” and I withdrew and pushed again very. She looked forward to her visit the next day, and wondered why the stupid thing had to be scheduled in the evening, instead of at nine am. She really didn’t want to spend the whole day alone, and had been planning on going to visit Madame Juliette in the morning. Now she wondered whether that was wise. While she wanted company, and she wanted someone to talk to, she didn’t want to spend all day and then all evening with the sisterhood. Besides something that hovered on the periphery of her.