I woke the following morning, about half past eight, to the sounds of and smells of breakfast being prepared. Not to mention a rock hard cock from the...knowledge thatvery soon I'm going to be alone with a gorgeous f*****n year old honey. I was so excited I felt like a teen myself! I threw on a t-shirt and track bottoms and went downstairs. My aunt and mother were already up and nearly ready to leave but no sign of Sandra. "Morning everyone, all set for your drive?" I asked as I entered the. Before she could complain she was pulled back into an embrace, now her breasts were rubbing directly on John’s tee shirt. He had danced her over to a couch and, and, and she was sitting in his lap!!! She couldn’t remember the last time she sat on a boy’s lap. Suddenly she was worried, was her ass too soft! She knew she couldn’t compete with a teenybopper’s skin tone. The warmth of John’s hand of her boob, now, they were boobs. not breasts, not when being touched like this! Oh my it was so. .. it opened my eyes a little bit. It’s harder than it looks. I know it irritated me to no end to pay those guys 60 percent off the top but...”“But nothing,” I cut in. “The rate now is 72 percent in a lot of cases. Almost three-quarters of the money from disc sales goes to the label. Half of the tour gross goes to expenses. It’s fine for somebody like you or like Liz. It isn’t fine for the Chelsea Romes of the world. When you toss in how little streaming services are paying the young artists. After a few minutes she started shimmying off the yoga pants. I was happy to help. Her panties were very damp as I pulled them from her body, inhaling her scent as they slipped down her legs.I took my time kissing her from her calf to her so-wet center. She grabbed my head, trying to force me in deeper as my tongue licked, darted and teased. Her moaning grew louder, and I moved away from her cauldron and the honey she was generating. I kissed my way to her navel and back up to her neck, chin.