I had just finished touching up my makeup when he knocked on the door and I let him inside, I was all dolled up as usual. My nails painted a nice gold...colour and wearing my sexy blue chemise lingerie. He was by himself but he let me know that a friend of his would most likely be joining us shortly. In the meantime I was to please him by sucking his cock and occasionally shifting my focus to licking his sweaty balls and asshole (sweaty because he usually visits me after he's finished. Often, I can catch three or four, and Mom fries them up for supper. My mom can really cook catfish, so this is something purely worth the effort.I don't know why, but on this particular day, I tried a different route to the fishing hole. There's a trail I never took before, and I always meant to try it out, but I never got around to it. Anyway, I started following the trail. It ran for about 75 yards and just petered out. Now, that doesn't make sense! I know that the fishing hole is just over a. He noticed that her nipples were hard and pointing through her shirt.She pulled her hand from her crotch and he saw her shiny wetness. She though she might have gotten herself in trouble, but the look on his face made her stay. She was a little afraid that maybe he would try to make love to her. Her eyes rose slowly from his stiff cock, and to his eyes, which looked warm and inviting.She put her hand on the edge of the sink."I think I should go, now," she whispered, and dropped her eyes once. "Gosh, you've got it bad girl haven't you?!" she teased. The realisation rapidly descended upon me, that Le was in no way ignorant of my attention to and desire for her. The momentary embarrassment of the situation, however, was overcome by Leandra getting up and closing the gap between us. My mind went blank, as if suspended in a haze, as she sauntered toward me. Our eyes locked on each other, but I was painfully aware of her every move, the swaying of her hips, the slight bounce of her.