Only Miranda was older and she not by much. Miranda went up to her and slapped her face lightly but with enough force to rock her back. She said, "Dum... Bitch, do you think you can handle a really big one?"She was a little cowed but responded, 'I can take any man balls deep in any hole." We'll see." Miranda said cryptically.The camp bitch was a short, slim woman not over five feet tall with small breasts and a droopy butt. The lips on her pussy hung down a bit protruding. She had a small mouth. So I am praying god with a great fear and slept after some time. And the next day my parents told me that they are going to our native place and will be back with in 3 days as there is some problem with our land over there.And after listening those words from them I have some relief that I have 3 days of time to please my aunt for that situation. And that day I didn’t went out and I was planning to console her. And in the evening she came to our house for giving me milk as in the morning I. I slowed down. Her movements sped up, as I rubbed and licked her soft legs. I was happy to increase her sweet pussy’s pleadings for attention, which for the moment I seemingly ignored. Gentle torture is something I love to give, and her responses made clear that I was having the desired effect.I could easily smell her sweetness. I wasn’t quite ready to get there. Spending more time than was necessary was helpful in increasing her tension and responses. Without any words, I could. He lapped at me as if he'd never tasted pussy before. I shuffled forward so I was literally sitting on his face. Rob was still holding me tightly and as I moved forward I felt him move as well so I could still feel his hard cock against my arse - it was all getting too much to bare. James gently slid my knickers down and stood up in one swift movement. His cock bounced invitingly in front of me, glistening with pre-cum. I wanted to taste him so much but he obviously had other ideas. Rob gently.