She splayed her hands out, wriggling them down. No underwear. And judging from the flesh pressing against her arms, no shirt or bra either. Okay, mayb... not a birthday prank. Tori raised her hands again, clawing at the blindfold, feeling it start to loosen around her head. She froze as a hand lightly slapped the backs of her scrabbling fingers."Uh uh, no peeking!" A cross voice lilted, Tori relaxing at the sound. It was just Cat.A grin stole across her face. It all made sense now. It'd been a. Maine apna shirt utara or doggie ko tease karne ke liye uski taraf fenka… fir maine meri skirt utari, fir bra and panty bhi uski taraf fenk di… aaj pehli baar doggie ne ek bhi baar upar ni dekha muje kapde utarte dekhne ke liye… heheh! Main boli “good doggie… sikh gaya h” who fir bhi upar ni dekha…Fir maine ek nightee pehn li… or bed pe ja kar doggie ko idhar aane ka ishara kiya… woh aaya or bed ke baaju meh khada ho gaya… fir maine apne paer khole or kaha “muje tumhara surprise achha laga… aaj. I wanted to push and told her I was going to discharge, I thought she would do what s*s did but she held me tight and got faster. even when it happened she kept sucking. When there was no more she sat back on her heels and kept kissing my cock telling me how good it was.We took longer to get back, Aunty said her pussy was sore, and Mum was getting worried. Aunty said she had to sit, that we all should sit on the swing, that there was lots to talk about. I sat on Mums legs and she said we should. Her body reminded me of all those fifties sex goddesses I used to lust after, back when women looked like women and not half-starved boys. ‘I’m glad my naughtiness yesterday didn’t keep you away,’ she said as she dropped down to the sand next to me. Her position with one leg under her and the other stretched out was, to put it mildly, very revealing. I couldn’t help but stare. Amidst the tangle of wet pubes, I could see the pink of Vanessa’s pussy lips perfectly clearly. Needless to say, my.