"Oh Santa!" she then moaned placing a hand against her smooth little bald pussy and giving it a rub."You've made me all wet again!" she then said grin...ing at me.She then dropped her costume on the floor, and i stared at her hot slim twenty something little body, and her little A cup boobs, before she strolled towards me, and then straddled my legs.Then she took hold of my hard cock, pulling it free from Molly's lips, before positioning herself over it, and then slowly lowering herself onto it.I. She sat no more than two feet from me. I tried to wrap the towel around my sixteen-year-old ass but she jerked it from my hand. ”Sis,” I yelled, ”Stop it.”She laughed as she held the towel on her opposite side. I stood there cupping my young penis with one hand and reaching for my towel with the other. She held it at arm's length as I tried to retrieve it. ”Your not man enough, Bro,” she teased, ”I'll just keep it.””Come on, Sis,” I nearly begged, ”It's the last clean one.””Show me,” she. It's free. We're not prisoners like I was before. Sure the sex was good. Very good. But with you, it's different. It's better. It's real love!"Tracey sighed. She kissed Buttercup full on the mouth and soon again they were writhing and caressing together in the discomfort of the grass and straw which composed their mattress, but however much she was sure her tongue was giving Buttercup pleasure, she somehow didn't feel worthy of her lover. How could someone like her, someone who was used to. ..............the transition between your skin and the stockings making me hard.You resist at first then embrace my kiss.........your tongue flicking into my mouth.My fingers running up underneath the elastic of your panties..Probing you......................your hand now on my trousers......feeling my hard cock.....................You undo my buttons and release my cock, hard and proud you stroke me as I fuck your panties into your pussy............you are so wet...................my fingers.