Ye dkh kar meri chut bheeg gi aur aunty b mere boobs dabnae lagi aur mai unke fir unhone kha surbhi tu bdi hot h tere uncl bs teri h batie karte h aur...kehte h ajtk usko lund ka sukh ni mila mai use dena chata hu..Maine kha ni aunty uncl bade h mujhse mai kese unke sth ye sb… Fir unhone kha ki uncl kl busy h kl unke client a re h africa se mera man me aya wah kash mai b mil skti un kale lawdo se kash chuda skti ye soch kar mai zor zor se fngurng karne lagi aunty smjh gai ab mia lund ki buki hu. Thrusting her own hips trying to get the friction back to finish herself off. "Come on baby girl, use your words." I soothe, my fingers still slowly thrusted into her ass. "Please daddy... let me come." She finally said as she so panted, eyes watering as she stared up at me with those big grey eyes. I thrusted into her hard again, wanting to finish myself off also. She let out a loud moan at the sudden motion which set me off to hit harder and faster at her sweet spot. My fingers in her ass. Not a happy time for a curmudgeon like me.So, one beautiful northern Michigan weekend, I hooked my camper to my truck, wheeled north, and settled in near the back of the campground at Tomahawk Lake State Forest Service Campground. This is primarily pine country, but there are groves of birch and oak scattered here and there, and the crisp autumn air neatly counterpoints the color change cold nights and warm sunshine filled days produce in them. I love it.I had spent the day walking the trails. ." I said slowly. "You get a lot of uh, stripper-grams here?" Oh no," she looked shocked at the possibility. "Just the one, but now I know what to look for."She was speaking softly, like it was a secret, even though the entry was deserted but for the two of us."I see," I nodded, as if I could appreciate her powers of astute observation."So ... is it Jim's birthday?" she did smile then."Yeah," I wiggled my eyebrows. "The boys at his bowling league thought he might want a little pick-me-up, you.