And wow. Her skirt was short. But as with everything about this girl she knew how to tease, her ass was just barely visible when she got out of the ca..., her red thong catching my eye. And her tits. My god. They were pushed up and squashed in to her tight fitting top. The sides of them seemed to go on forever from where I was sat. And her nipples were poking through in the cold of her black sheer top.We got into my house, and I decided there and then I wanted to enjoy this. There was no way I. Ashley got off work that week, to let the painters in and to keep an eye on them.The next week, “Ashley, the painters are here,” John said as he got ready for work.John welcomed them in, as he left for work. Ashley walked down the stairs still in her night clothes. It was nothing more than a bra and spaghetti strap top that showed off her 34B size breast and a pair of sweatpants. As Ashley met the two painters at the bottom of the stairs, she couldn’t help but noticed the young one.“Hi, my. Pumping my little cunny so good.” She moaned. His cock twitched inside her at the word “rapist”. “Oh fuck me.” He hissed, grabbing her hips, he let continue her sensual ride up and down his cock, her small breasts swinging freely. There he was, sitting on his front porch, balls deep inside his underage niece. The taboo nature of it all made him hotter. “How is it, Uncle Rob?” She said between her gasps and moans of pleasure. She was being filled so good it was difficult to think. Her sweet. Uh ... uh ... ah ... ah..." on and on, matched with every thrust of his cock. The slap, slap, slap, and the slurp, slurp, slurp as it raced in and out, his balls and loins slapping against my bum. I knew I was being fucked, fucked like I'd never been fucked before. His hands, now gripping my ankles, lifting my legs up but still spread apart ... still the continuing, slap, slap, slap, slurp, slurp, slurp. The bed bouncing, squeaking, reverberating to our torrid love making"Oh god ... oh no ....