Take her to dinner, like, Johnny Carino’s or something. See what you think,’ she said. ‘I assume,’ I said, ‘you’ve got it all arranged?’...‘Four-ish, Saturday afternoon, behind the Pavilion at the Westerly. Bring the girls! She’s bound to love ’em.’ I thought. What could it hurt? The girls loved going to the Westerly, a mall / entertainment area on the west end of town. ‘Okay,’ I said, after a pause. She smiled. ‘She’s your height, a tad plump but nothing awful, and she’ll be wearing a purple. While I did as I was told he began stroking his dick and when it was fully hard I saw he hadn't been lying when he told me it was a good 7". I started sniffing the poppers as I slid 2 fingers in and out of my wet hole. He was directing me,telling me exactly what he wanted to do, making me pull my cheeks apart to show him my hole. I couldn't take my eyes off his dick as he slowly stroked it and he must have known I wanted to suck on it because he told me to get on my hands and knees in front of. She squeaked a high pitch and I watch as she emptied a huge amount of liquid out of her pulsing pussy.These days ‘gushing’ is a thing that most people are aware of but back then in my early twenties and before ‘internet porn’ I’d never seen a girl do this.I was amazed to see this clear liquid spurting from her hole. It splashed me in the face and soaked my clothes and the car. I felt it hot on my face and on my lip. My tongue automatically darted out of my mouth and tasted her juice. It was. ” “She might be right,” I said sheepishly. “Is that why you came to see me this afternoon then?' Auntie commented. “I guess you have me figured out....” I replied. Our usual cup of coffee was enjoyed with her standing touching my side. I noticed she still had on nylons from her trip to town earlier, slippers on her feet and a short cover-up instead of a dress . My right arm reached around her waist right were the flare of her hips began its long line to the top of her thighs, my hand also.