..for what? A middle aged guy pursuing a fantasy young woman...seriously what chance?My daughter Joanna was chuffed about her first part time casual j...b at college. It was a minimum wage fast food outlet...but hey we all got our first pay cheque... somewhere similar.About a month into her successful start she mentioned in relaxed conversation one of the shift managers at work; whom she said was cool, chilled and funny, while getting the job done...but it was the name: Renée Peterson ...that. “Like you have less of a chance of being vomited on.” He laughed out a smile before bopping his finger playfully against my nose. A few seconds later, I realized we had been staring at each other, both smiling, and looked away, glad that my face did not grow flush. “So um...” he cleared his throat. “I think I have most of this filled out for you. You'll probably want to double check that everything's right and all that. And obviously, I don't have your social security number.” Matt. Tom pulled the curtain open wide enough for her to enter, and watched appreciatively as she slipped out of her small robe and stepped over the tub's rim.Tom felt his cock grow in length and hardness as he embraced his naked Aunt under the hot water's spray. He kissed her lips warmly, letting his tongue playfully dance with her own as their bodies pressed together lewdly. Tom's hands quickly found their way to one of his favorite spots, her full, heart-shaped ass. He squeezed her butt cheeks. Babe?" Your voice is gravelly and the words seem to stick in your throat. "Because I want to have some fun with you first," I reply huskily, spreading my vulva with my left hand before fingering my clit, uncovered from its tiny hiding place. "Can you see how badly I want you?" I ask breathlessly, my fingertips tracing the line of my slick slit before applying more pressure on my swollen bud. The tops of my thighs are sticky and glisten as more pussy juice dribbles between my fingers. "Can’t you.