"I teased you," I said, feeling bad that I had used this man who really loved me. "I won't do that again." It made it so much hotter," he sighed. "You...have a talent for that. You've always had a talent for making me feel like I was all man." Well then maybe I'll tease you just a little." Not too much," he cautioned. "It will make me want to do this again." I already want to do it again," I said in a sultry voice.He grinned. "You're doing it now ... aren't you. You're teasing me." "You're the. However, being a Catholic had meant that Emma did not allow Gary anywhere near her lush young body.Emma, by any standards, was lush. Gary had first noticed her when she was at school. Her breasts were squeezed tightly into her uniform shirt. One summer, after school, she would take the bus with the top buttons of her shirt open, displaying an inviting cleavage as she travelled to beach volleyball practice.Her long blond hair would fly around her face as she played beach volleyball in her skimpy. "Yeah," said the younger girl in a high-pitched voice that sounded even younger in years than she looked. "What YouTube said. We're insurance collectors." You don't look like insurance collectors." What are we supposed to look like, eh?" said the younger girl. "You fucking tell us. What makes you think we're not what we say we are, you cunt?" Shut it, Sick Chick," said the girl known as YouTube. "The gentleman has a right to harbour doubts. Haven't you, sir? What with all the tricksters and. I shifted down towards her derriere and once again saw the prettiest pussy lips I’d ever seen. There was about a three-quarter-inch of her soft, dry outer lips extending down from her slit. I reached my oil-activated finger to those lips and lightly smeared them with the strawberry oil. I then eased those lips open with my middle and ring fingers, and ran my oiled index finger up the inside of her pussy to her hidden pearl of pleasure. I rubbed the oil all over her clit and then just barely.