.. like the lady who plays piano at church. Or a librarian. A teacher.’‘Ahhhh ... I see. So you want to corrupt me, then, do you?’ Kayla said, s...irking. She sank to her knees in the grass near the pond and began to work at his belt. She rubbed her face against his stomach, purring, ‘Don’t you ... brother?’‘Y-yes,’ Tony stammered, as she pulled his pants down. His underwear came with them, and now his cock was on display, straining towards his stomach. Kayla kissed the head gently, looking up at. Her hand soon found the crotch of her boss and rubbed her outside her panties. She noticed the panties were getting wet. She told her "I bet that pussy would love to be rubbed and fingered too." The boss replied "Oh yes. You make me feel so good." The aide pulled the panty aside and ran a finger over her bosses pussy and down the slit. She found the clit and began to rub it between two fingers and felt it swell. She sucked hard on each tit as she fingered the smooth shaved pussy. The boss. Our intimacy didn’t depend on either one of us saying a word, except for when I whispered, ‘I love you, too, Val. Loving you is the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I want to hold you like this forever.’ Then a rifle bullet slammed into a tree trunk about four feet from our heads with a cracking sound, followed immediately by the distant bang of the rifle shot, and I instinctively tightened my grip on Val and rolled up over her to shield her from harm. I felt little fragments of pine. "Is your little pussy shaved too, Marci?" her uncle growled. "Is it shaved for all those horny boys? Have you let them stick their little teen peters in it Marci?" Now he was rubbing the front of his pants.Marci dropped her eyes to his hand. There was a big bulge in his pants. It startled her to feel sweet, slightly painful tingles running from her nipples, where they scraped against the cloth of her tank top, to her damp pussy, snug in her shorts."Oh NO!" she yipped. How could her uncle think.