The whole scene had me so hot and wet that I found my hand slipping between my legs to finger my clit as Jack slammed into Greg again and again. I rap...dly felt my orgasm approaching and decided to take advantage of Greg's nearby mouth. I scooted forward until my pussy was pressed against Greg's parted lips, then grabbed his hair and pulled his face into my moist folds. "Fuck me with your mouth," I whispered. Greg took to this new challenge right away, and I could feel his tongue slam into me. Just what I want.So, I walk downstairs and Kyle is at the kitchen table eating a sandwich. "What's up, Amanda? Mmm, you look good. What happened to the kid sister I used to know? Wow, I like the look." The kid sister's grown up and I'm glad you like the look." "Well, you turn me on, for sure." "Yeah, I can see you have the typical guy's reaction in your pants, Kyle." Amanda, you are so sexy looking, you'd give a telephone pole a hard-on. You sure don't need a bra on those pretty boobs of. They are separated from the road by a pave wide enough to accommodate off street parking infront of the shopfronts, most of which is occupied by Volkswagon and Peugeot house-wife runabout cars... We focus on one store in particular – marked “OASIS beauty therapy” – looking in through the window to see a middle-aged woman being given a facial mask by a young, apparently chatty beautician.Then we look up the street to see our host approaching, hefty American bulldog by her side. It’s our pervy. Seems like I remember you walking by, or peeping in, one of the classrooms we were in.”“Ten?” I asked. I thought it was maybe three or four.“Yeah,” he took a step closer. “All white, all beautiful like you, all married.”I gulped, eyes darting side-to-side. He tipped my chin, peering into my eyes. “I think you should text your husband. Let him know you’re going to be late.”Then he kissed me. It was slow, sensual kiss, leaving me frozen. “Yep,” I snapped out of it, grabbed my phone and.