"Tiffany's head shot up again and she said with exuberance, "You do? Do you really mean that?"Tiffany jumped to her feet and stood toe to toe with Mr....Johnson, looking up into his eyes with a wanton expression she had developed by practicing in a mirror. She waited for him to make the first move, but he simply stared down at her. So the young vixen rose onto her toes and pressed her lips to his.That was all the encouragement the man needed. He grabbed the back of her head and crushed his mouth. “Man I could marry her,” I thought, as I smiled at her beautiful facial features. I then told her to get ready, and I smiled as she opened her eyes, and then I lowered myself to her pussy, and divulged myself into her sweetness. She was so fuckin’ wet, and sweet, that I thought to myself that I would never wanna’ leave this place (in between her legs.) I flicked my tongue back and forth across her clit, while I held her waist down, because she started to trash about. I continued to lick,. Usually, there is a bit of a current, but today, it is calm and I can see my reflection perfectly. I look in the water as if it were a mirror and pull my long, brunette hair up into a ponytail.I'm starting to sweat, and the perfect outline of my perky C cup breasts and nipples are evident through my thin white blouse. "Fuck!" I hadn't worn a bra on purpose, but I hadn't counted on this. I felt practically naked. Yeah. I was hot shit for a 16-year-old. And I flaunted it every chance I got. But. Later in the year at a family wedding I got up the courage to ask my sister if she knew her house had been used by mum and Ted for taking glamour photographs. She told me she knew as she had security video of them including a couple of them fucking on her carpet. I asked if she minded and she told me that before her wedding mum had told her that her marriage to dad had been sex less and not to make the mistake she made. As far as my sister was concerned mum was making up for lost time and.