Her nipples were just out of sight beneath the black material of her dress and I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra."Stop it," she said again with ju...t a touch of steel in her voice.I didn't stop but hooked the material out of the way to exposed one perfect nipple; I fasten my mouth on it and started to suck."Oh no stop," she groaned, but the steel had totally gone from her voice.I reached around her and found the zip at the back of her dress and pulled it all the way down. The dress almost. “Damn!”, she exclaimed while rummaging through the contents of her bag.She didn't notice the light sound of high heeled footsteps drowned in the sea of the city noise approach her as her concentration was bent on trying to find the missing lighter.“Hi, need a light?”, came a sweet sounding feminine voice to her side.“Do I ever, I can't find my friggen lighter!”, Angela replied without looking at her saviour.“Here, allow me.”As Angela looked around to meet the kind Samaritan with her view, she. He reached up to the shower head above the bath and placed it in the sink next to the bath. He turned on the water and held his fingers in the flow until it reached a nice warm temperature. Keeping it facing away from the bath, he knelt slowly next to the tub. His hand moved over Sarah’s breasts, squeezing them and kneading them. “Lift your hips up…” he commanded. Sarah nodded silently and gently lifted her hips until her bushy pussy emerged from the warm water. Uncle Mike turned the shower. “Open up! Come on, do it how I taught you. Get Papaws cock nice and wet”. I reluctantly swirled my tongue around his growing cock and wrapped my little mouth around his head. His hand was still on the back of my neck, knowing I’d try to pull back. He slowly pushed my head down a little further on him. I began moving my head up and down on him, sucking just as he taught me. “Get me wet girl. This isn’t the only hole Papaw is fucking today", pushing further into my throat, gagging me. .