His voice sounded off and his breath came too fast. He seemed scared, but that wasn’t exactly right either. It was like how some men get before they...ride a bull for the first time. Like he was enjoying the adrenaline.“So, are you asking me to fire you? Is that what you’re doing?”“No, Miss Sally.”“Then why did I find you in exactly the place I told you not to go?”Then, Dante did the most astounding thing.While Sally watched, he unzipped his lose work pants and withdrew his dick. It stood at full. My tongue slipped between those sweet lips searching for hers. We kissed and groped, moving our hands all over each other’s bodies. I pulled her on top of me and switched her around for a hot 69. I had to lean way forward to reach her cunt but it was well worth the effort. Her fluids were sweet as honey. I started on her clit to make her hot and needy; moved down to stick my tongue deep into her tight pussy; then surprised her by licking her virgin rosebud. All this time she applied her. My fingers dropped to his nuts and gave them a proper fondling. Grasping his cock again, I rolled his foreskin down over his glans. His knob was wet and glistening with his secretions. I jerked his now fully hard cock slowly, up and down, moving his hood with each stroke. “Jeez, that feels so bloody good, mmmm.” “I like it too,” I chuckled. I stopped stroking him for a moment but held onto his cock while I admired it. His cock had grown to seven or eight inches. It felt hard yet soft in my. "Now poppet," interjected his aunt. "I think before we put your dress on,you ought to wear a petticoat, after all we want your skirt to stand outdon't we?"Tony did not feel qualified to argue and so he nodded meekly in agreement.The petticoat she took out of the wardrobe was white with a silken bodiceand stiff layers of underskirt. There was a little pink bow right at thetop centre. Pulling the petticoat obediently over his head, Tony felt thedelicious sensation of the cool silky material.