Ray was beating off watching this. I pulled my leather belt off and began to spank her sexy chubby ass hard, it giggled, she squirmed and her ass chee...s got red. I talked dirty to her. She was loving it, I told her to reach down and masturbate as she sucked me. By now she was devouring my cock. Licking and sucking me balls also. Moaning and getting into it just before she came I made her stop also just before I came. I made her beg for it. But I did not comply, instead, I pulled her to her. I loved her, as a sister: that was really the first time I appreciated her as a woman, for she had become a woman. She looked up and saw me peeking. She smiled and went back to reading her book. How she could be so nonchalant, I don't know. But after that, neither of us was all that body conscious. I sure couldn't be when she seemed to make it no big deal. No way was she going to be more mature than I. Darn right. Yeah, darn right that she trained me just the way she wanted me and I never knew. Hands pulled my legs apart, strangely I can tell the difference in Sir’s hands and the other gentlemen’s. Hands running up and down my legs, stopping just at the top of my thigh. My back is arching again, I need something, anything, inside me to ease this throbbing. “Would you like to taste my baby girl now?” I hear no response but must assume some sort of gesture was made as I can feel someone crawling between my legs, hands under my ass lifting me up, and then being turned across the bed so. I notice it now looks like I’m standing beside Jaycee because the cape was the most distinctive thing about my clothes. A little later I notice the cinnamon seller is walking back down the street. With him are two rather large men. While I watch they stop and the seller is pointing to the table while talking to the men. All three are smiling. I move back into the crowd and around a bit. I also bend my knees and tilt my head forward while I watch them. This changes the way I look from their.