My ass on the copier, and a wonderful image of you eating me whole. Each frame just a little different than the last. From the tip, to the base. I can...see in the light that you're got one hand under your skirt. Now I know where the moans are coming from. You've been playing Whit yourself this entire time. Just keeping yourself on the edge until I'm ready. Bracing myself against the wall, I call out your name and tell you to get ready. You can feel me swelling a little more as I get rock hard. ” I immediately thought that I'd love to have my hands full of that lovely little girl now and in the future. Then I wondered if that wasn't what Tom was meaning in a not to scuttle way. Hmm. I stood there inhaling her freshness and enjoying the softness of all the skin on view. She rolled on to her front and I was awarded with the view of the nicest, little butt ever. Especially as her knickers had ridden up into her crack while she slept and looked for all the world like a thong. I exhaled,. At forty years old, she was the youngest of my mother’s sisters and probably the only family member that I was still on good terms with. She was perfectly middle aged, rocking the mom jeans and a vee neck shirt that perfectly showed off her c cup cleavage.She had shoulder length blonde hair and the most piercing yet kind blue eyes that I have ever known. She didn’t look much different from when I had seen her last. The typical soccer mom physique. In shape, but on the cusp of letting it go. No. Walking through my darkened house to go out to the back porch in my sexy lace lingerie, stockings and heels made my little “clitty” rock hard. Standing outside to smoke a few cigarettes while they were doing who-knows-what made my cockette strain the delicate lace of my panties.I went back inside and upstairs to see the door partly shut and all the lights out. It was a touch humiliating standing outside the door trying desperately to see what was going on as I heard soft giggles and moans.