. down the wrong pipe.”Aniah recrossed her legs and Marcie knew she was toying with her and decided on a plan of action.“So, um, what does your fa...her do for a living?”“He’s an engineer and my mom’s an IT Specialist. He’s a Syrian Kurd, and my mom’s Liberian. They work long hours. I have a sister too.”“Oh, I’ve never seen anyone else in your family,” Marcie said, crossing her legs and catching the little minx peeking up her skirt just as she had hers.“She’s ten years older than me. She’s. I filled the bong with water, up to the carb, and we were good to go."You want the green hit?" i asked her, remaining a perfect gentleman."Sure." she said with a sweet grin spreading across her face.She held the bong up to her lips, held the flame over the bowel, and started sucking... the bubbles in the bong water were like music to my ears, but as i looked at her smoking the bong, I couldn't help but imagine her sucking my dick. She held her breath for about 20 or 30 seconds before finally. And fucked a lot. It was simply amazing how my body felt light and unreal as I got fucked. I would savor every minute of uncle playing with my body, with my pussy, and as he pushed his cock into my pussy I just feel an explosion of pleasure deep within my tummy.I felt so good to have a cock in my pussy that even after he ejaculated, I would ask him to just lay on me, with his cock still inside my pussy – just so that I can feel it in me for a bit longer. Needless to say, I am in love with a. I leaned over on him to reach down and get the clothes over my boots. I stuffed them into the bag. I flopped back down onto the packed dirt and exhaled.Paolo was ripping apart an orange. What the... ?! "No. Not yet. Must clean the smell off you. The lions..." he whispered harshly. He pushed the orange at my crotch. He was right again. I grabbed some of the orange and began wiping myself where I could reach. His rough caloused hands were already there. Rubbing the juicy orange into my pubic.