Have I ever done or said ANYTHING that I didn't talk about with you first? And for that matter, have I ever done anything that you didn't approve of? ... may make all the first plans, yes. But I'm a planner, always was. But YOU are the one who can say 'yes' or 'no.' You decide if something is right or not."Like USC. Totally your choice. I mean, think about it and decide. Or we can talk about it some more. If we lived in Southern California, together, you could wake up like this morning. I'm not. I heard him groan and his fingers pressed harder onto my pussy rubbing faster making me move faster. Crack! Again and again, his hand spanked me; I lost count, all I could feel was the pressure building. “Please!” I cried out needing that release.Mark slid my panties to the side and reached around with his one hand spreading my lips his other and began patting my clit then rubbing it, patting, then rubbing. His arm was the only thing keeping my bottom in the air. My body was shaking, and I was. "Well?" Sharky pressed. "Would you?" Yes," Cookie breathlessly whispered.Sharky reached over and pulled my sister's open blouse down the back of her shoulders. Cookie had to release my cock as she finished removing the silky blouse. She was now sitting there in just the short skirt. The skirt had ridden up and her bare legs were still apart so, as I looked down, I could see between her open thighs.Her pussy was as blonde and as pink and as perfect and as pretty as it had been, when I'd seen it. I left when I was about your age.”We were stood below an oil lamp and now that I was aware of his origin, I noticed that his skin, whilst bronze in the poor light, was considerably darker than that of anyone else there. I did some maths, but the number I came up with did not seem to match his flawless complexion.“So, you’re forty-six?” I expected denial and a confession that he thought I was close to sixteen.“Oh, then when I was exactly your age. That was only a guess.”I found that difficult to.