So dirtily. So frickin tongue tip deep. It wasn’t a case of Pandora opening a box next ...it was the depths of Pan’s tight constriction being fill...d unexpectedly. She writhed as the dirty bastard fingered her arsehole with first one finger and then a generous two...well because she was so appreciative.She felt the strange pressing shape but it was a good fit...as her filthy depraved step daddy inserted the neck of a liqueur or wine bottle in her tender but expanding pink starfish. Stan was for. We soon reached a point by the river, a quiet spot where Dee started to pose against a fallen tree. She hitched herself onto the trunk and I continued to video her posing. She then spread her legs, exposing her pussy and her crotch-less thong. Her lips glistening in the dappled sunlight, she dipped her fingers down pulling her lips apart and slipping them between her folds, rubbing herself, her head arched back in pleasure. Then she pulled her fingers out and for the camera seductively sucked. I arrived at the designated place to meet her, a food store parking lot, and drove around looking for her. I spotted what I thought was her car, but no one was in it. When I circled back she was standing next to her car, waving at me. I pulled the truck up and got out. We exchanged hellos and she climbed in the truck. She asked me what I wanted to do. "Kiss you" I responded. "OK" she said as she smiled back. The kiss was long and wet and passionate. The temperature in the truck was definitely. He slid his hands slowly upward, pushing the material of her shorts up at the same time. He thought they were probably being watched by two or three of the guys sitting around the dance floor. Ashley didn’t seem concerned so he kept pushing his hands upward, baring more and more of her ass-cheeks as the loose, lower part of her shorts got stretched upward. With his hands solidly gripping the bare lower part of her ass and his fingers toying with the edge of her panties, Ashley felt his.