This time, so Im told, its to be on your tits. Is that right? Tell your Uncle Frank exactly where you would like him to dump his shit. Tell the camera...exactly where you want me to drop my filthy shit! The camera zoomed in on Ellens soaked face as she said. Please can Sir squat over my tits and cover them with your shit? And will Sir allow me to push my tongue into his anus to help him? I was quite dumbstruck now! However I also felt a strange stirring in my own cock. Surely I wasnt being turned. She pushes me on my back, lays on her side while she is kissing my neck, a hand sliding down my chest, then down my leg. When she bites my shoulder her nails drag up between my legs and resting on my balls. Now kissing my chest she works over to my nipples, when her mouth takes my nipple, her hand slides up and takes a firm grip around my cock. Working over to my other nipple she strokes my cock slowly. Her fingers and hand are softly running up and down my cock while she rest her on my chest. " Brian!" she complained, "I don't have anything to wear!" Back bedroom," I replied, "I never did put your stuff in the loft!" "Ooh you really are something!" she snapped and she rushed away.I think putting on the war paint took her an hour, but she certainly did look stunning in a classic sort of way in a rather grown up matching tan jacket and skirt but anyway it was way past dinner by the riverside time by the time we got going, so Pattie had to make do with dinner in a gastro-pub, not that. Kathaleen didn't care....she just wanted to be fucked and to taste pussy, and for a few minutes she didn't let Linda's mother, Kay, know that she was awake. Finally, though, she could no longer hold back: she arched her back, moaned, and reached down and and forcefully fucked herself with Kay's hand. She soon came very hard, and begged Kay to strip. It didn't take much persuasion. Kay stripped, and then spread Kathaleens legs apart and started licking her pussy. That brought on a second.