I pushed off the wall and drifted over to her, stopping myself upon arrival by hooking my foot around a rung of the deck ladder."What do you need?" I ...sked.She gave me her teasing smile, holding up her right index finger. "I was just putting this in my wet pussy." She whispered to me, sliding it between my lips. She was not joking; I could taste her juices on the salty flesh of her digit. My dick immediately sprang upward."CD, Jesus!" I said as she withdrew the finger. I cast a nervous glance. ”“That’s the one. He keeps ringing my agent wanting me to model some new scanties for him. I’ll tell Daddy that I’m going to NY to wear some posh knickers for a Frenchman to take pictures of, and he’ll tell me to take you to ‘keep an eye on me’ like he always does…”“He never says that….”“He does honey, I listen at the door of his office. He’ll tell you to be my chaperone, and then we get to go to New York together! It’ll be fun, it’s ages since we’ve had a girly trip away.”“I don’t know…”“I do,. She was so tight that before it was in all the way, I had to make several short pushes and let her adjust. It took at least 15 minutes to get all the way inside her. Once I WAS all the way inside, she was so tight it was almost uncomfortable.I began pumping into her, and that is when I found out that, on top of everything else, she had a "snapping pussy." It felt like my dick was being gently chewed while I fucked her. This, plus the fact that it had been several months since I had been inside. “You’re hesitating,” he pointed out.“Shut your mouth, Sean.” She turned on her heel to go back to the kitchen and escape out the back door before.He advanced quickly; he’d only bee a few paces away from her on the first place. He wrapped his arms around her, only of his hands moving straight to her crotch, feeling her up through the thin material.“God,” she purred. “Get off of me.” It was a weak protest, barely audible as well.“You’re soaked,” he whispered. “I can feel your wetness- your.