She’d spoil me rotten if I let her.”“You call her ‘Mrs. Grady’?”“Well, she’s British. It just seemed like the thing to do. I admit tha... I call her husband Chuck, but he’s an American.”She cocked her head at him, still puzzled.“Oh, she’s sweet enough. Very kind, really. It’s just that she has that gray-haired British sense of reserve. She first introduced herself to me as Mrs. Grady. It seemed wrong to call her anything else. Thankfully, she doesn’t call me ‘young Master Erik.’ That would be. As the skirt fell to the floor Emma unbuttoned the buttons of my blouse. Her hands cupped my ass cheeks and she pulled my exposed pussy to her face. I could feel her warm breath on my hardening clitoris, and her kisses against my bare mound. "I want to thank you Miss," her words and warm breath vibrating against my clit. I lifted my one leg and rested my foot on the chair she in which she was sitting. Emma now had full access to my pussy. Her tongue went immediately to the top of my slit, and. Damn me, I can't help myself.She's gone from someone I saw as a kid sister into ... well, something more. She's turning into a woman, there's no doubt about that. I had never noticed it before, but Nicole's shirts are definitely showing that something has happened beneath them.Man, what I wouldn't give to sneak a peek at what she's hiding under her shirt.I know her boobs will be beautiful without seeing them, because they are her's. But still ... to imagine them is one thing. To actually see. He was breathless. Justin could only get half ofhis cock in, and kept fucking Dakota to that length. I reached in and kissedDakota on his mouth while he was being fucked. What an experience. His tonguewas like a cat’s tongue and I loved its energy. He tasted sweet, like orangesand liquid sunshine in my mouth. “FUCK YEAH!!! AHHHH!!! COME ON BABY!!! OPEN THAT SPHINCTERFOR ME!!! COME ON BABY!!!” shouted Justin as he began to slam his dick harderand harder down into Dakota’s dick. What sphincter.