Your hands find the bottom of my dress and your nails slowly scratch my sides up to my bra. You find the clasps and undo them, freeing me from my fabr...c enclosure. My dress falls to the dusty dirt floor and I am free.Your fingers find my nipples and squeeze them seductively. My nipples are more alert than anything in this cemetery… minus your manhood. I place my hands on the wall, signaling my readiness for you while the rough concrete awakens my senses. I part my legs and hear your zipper. Jones leaned forward his arms resting on his legs. ‘You led me to believe she was some little school girl.’ He accused. Aunty Harriet gave a bitter little laugh, ‘she’s not much more than that, as you saw for yourself.’ ‘I’ll be back tomorrow for last week and this week’s rent.’ Mr. Jones suddenly said shortly. Aunty Harriet looked at him in surprise, ‘but I thought,’ she stammered at she indicated his now limp and satisfied dick. Mr. Jones shook his head with a greasy little smile, ‘you. It was the sweetest hand he had ever seen in his short life, white and delicate. This sweet member was swifly followed by an arm, and the arm by the rest of the intruder.The person who stood before him was young, fair-haired and very, very female. She was also naked. Her fair hair came down almost to her waist and otherwise there was no adornment or covering on her slim and perfect body whatever. This lovely girl was about five feet three inches tall, fair haired and pale skinned. It was her. I slipped my hands between her legs and washed her tiny slit, being gentle as she was most likely still tender from losing her cherry a few hours before. As I pulled back I let my fingers slid between her butt cheeks and then back down. Anita gasped as my index finger traced over her rosebud. I slowly circled it as Anita mewed softly, then gasped, eyes opening wide when I pressed one finger inside her anus.She didn’t say anything, I’m pretty sure she was confused by what her mind told her was.