Moving faster, I pulled back so I could watch her. It was amazing, the look of pleasure on her face.Without warning, she gasped, and I quickly kissed ...er, cutting off the cry of pleasure. Suddenly, something warm hit my hand, and it smelt different. It wasn’t pee…she hadn’t wet herself…it slowly dawned on me. I’d made her squirt. Something only a few women could, and it was such a turn on for me. I stared down at her as she blushed, and I kissed her again, before running to get some towels to. I knew Sanle really wanted another session with me but after what Wyche said, was trying to wait as long as she could. We'd hardly left the square when we came across a group of those youths getting ready to go into the park. "What are you doing with that white wimp Sanle? You need a man with a proper prick. He'll pass out halfway through a fuck. That tiny little grub won't satisfy a woman like you." They taunted me and I cringed and almost hid behind Sanle. I felt like I was really a sissy,. Many times she had been the subject of what she was now doing to her niece.When her fingers were almost touching the pink lips she moved her position to lay between the outstretched legs, her face inches from the, now glistening, moist centre of her attention.Rosie kept her eyes closed, but felt her aunt change position. The tension she felt was almost unbearable, part of her wanted to scream for a release. But another part wanted to prolong the sexual longing. A bittersweet moment she would. She puts on some sneakers and heads downstairs to get some lemonade for them to drink.She walks outside and carries the tray high enough that her breasts seem to be lying on it. Jon cannot believe that this is not a dream because he did not really look at her earlier when they talked, but this woman is quite good looking. Shoulder length brown hair, slim and about 5 foot, 6 inches tall with shapely legs but her chest is huge! She has a smile that could melt the polar ice cap as he tries to keep.