She is four years my senior and I have always looked up to her, aspiring to her grace and femininity plus her expertise with the opposite sex and awar...ness of her own sexuality. She has always been my confidante, adviser, sex consultant and inspiration. As I grew through puberty, she pointed out what she termed my “lucky blessings” and heightened my body awareness, teaching me little female tricks to get attention from the opposite sex such as pointing and flexing toes, flicking and stroking. He was fucking her hard, I could hear her moaning, he called her a whore.I was spying, they were entertained with function, they did not realize that I was close, watching. I were excitedly, hit a hand job right there watching them fucking tasty .. She has really good taste. He was a very tasty black boy, I could see his big cock sliding inside her pussy, she moved her ass back and forth, making it easier to stick the entrance, I realized the moment he had cum moaning softly. At that moment I. I think she had thirty cats give or take a few. The cat lady never bothered me and I am not sure why we started calling her crazy. She was in her mid fifties, long silvery white hair and she was skinny. Her husband had died many years ago. Her name was Ann. She was always nice to me and I even mowed her lawn during the summer. The summer that I was in my mid teens and deep into puberty. I was horny as they come. I would hang by the pool with my buds and check out the girls picking out which. So I kissed itlovingly and licked it all over, from the base to the head and all thesatiny skin in between. I sucked the hairless balls, one at a time, intomy mouth. I bathed her beautiful balls with my saliva while rubbing mynose on her cock. Kimberly saw what I was doing, "Hey! We need more creamfor our coffee. You're not going to get it out of her balls that way."She was right, so I reluctantly relinquished her balls and slid up theshaft with my wet tongue to the soft, spongy head of her.