You had put on a pair of pale blue silk string bikini panties with a matching bra and a dress. Normally you aren't a big fan of dresses preferring jea...s or shorts, tomboy that you are. Don't get the wrong idea, she may be a tomboy but she is one hell of a sexy tomboy who knows very well how to make my cock throb with desire and passion. I remember this one time we had gone out dancing at a club called Nation, but, that's another story.Watching you dress, I can't help but grow aroused all over. .Im….arghhhhhhhhhhh……..fuck me….HARD! PLEASE FUCK ME HARD! Oh god Im cummin…cummin…unghhh……suck it….unghh Yes, oh god baby lick it, aiieeeeeee….oh…ohhhhhhhh…god youre hurtin my pussy..Dont stop…fuck it……ohgodddddddyessssssss…..y.you…youre so fuckin good….oh my…ohhhhhh yeah…..oh god yes like that suck it hard…..ram it in me…..hurt me bitch…oh god I cant stop……fuck it whore….oh damn I love you so much Aunt Rita Thats not very nice talk young lady, bitch, whore? How would you like it if I called. He presses forward and I can feel him growing harder between my legs. This makes me arch into him, seeking that desperate contact, that need for friction - even the slightest of it to calm the boiling desire. He inches forward and I wrap my legs around his waist to give him better access. I'm wet, aching and wanting. He knows that, knows all the tell-tale signs of my want. The way I arch my back, the low throaty moans, the sharp bite I give when I feel him enter me, the way my fingernails dig. Last evening, though, it had happened in Savannah and Adam had found it enormously difficult to tear his eyes away from the patches of pink, the deep crease and the expanse of powdered, soft and yielding flesh that swayed deliciously as his sister moved. Even though they were more covered tonight, the swell in her dress and her cleavage were quite spectacular. Amanda was only too well aware that Adam was staring at her breasts. He had she knew been staring at them at every opportunity since she.