I remember seeing them when I was in junior high and I always thought they were the prettiest, sexiest two girls in our school. I’ve got a photo of ...hem pinned to my bulletin board, that was in the paper years ago when they were cheerleaders.”“I have one of those too. I still tease them about their panties showing as they leap into the air while cheering. I think that’s when all their crazy ideas about being movie actresses and magazine models came from ... OHHH, EDDIE! Fuck me and cum in my. Since then, however, I had moved away from home when I’d gotten a job on the other side of the country. I still saw Aunt Mary when I came home for birthdays and holidays, but that had changed when my parents had retired and moved to another part of the country as well. When I heard Aunt Mary’s voice again that evening it had been years since I’d seen her. The last time had been at her husband’s funeral. That was now, what, six years ago? Seven? We talked a bit about trivial things until Aunt. "Yesss." I hissed, as I pressed against the delightfully rough surface of her tongue, my body tensing as my excitement grew, my pussy getting wetter by the second. "Now just a little lower, baby girl." I felt the tip of her tongue drift lower, brushing over my tiny opening on its way to my dripping vagina. "No, Victoria, too far," I whispered. She looked up as she realised her mistake, and I felt her tongue stop and move back up toward my clit, stopping at my urethra, pressing and wiggling the. At one point he gasped out “No wonder Carol loves this.” After that I heard a female voice behind me say “Damn right”. I turned my head and saw Carol walking around the foot of the bed with a big smile on her face. She gave me a playful slap on my butt and said, “Keep fucking and stroking, stud. Make him sore.”She made her way to the opposite side of the bed and stood in front of Bob while I fucked his ass. She reached under him and began to rub and tweak Bob’s nipples, which seemed to inflame.