“Please.”The blond stops and kisses one sweet ass cheek. “Sorry. Some people like it.” Later with he blonde straddling her face, Cynthia buck... upwards. The girl’s fingers rubbing deep in her cunt. The redhead can feel another orgasm coming, but her body aches with a strange need. Like there was something missing. The blonde didn’t want to stay the night. Cynthia kisses her goodbye at the door. When she closes it, she turns. Her gaze lingering on Robert’s closed door. “I don’t understand.”. The contents of it left a clear strip of gel on her middle finger. Surely that wasn't tanning oil she was applying INSIDE her shorts.I could have reached out and tickled her navel with my fishing rod, we were that close... despite her less than savory countenance I would rather have reached out and touched her with my "OTHER ROD". (Okay, I was nineteen and not yet properly laid! She'd do!)She wasn't looking so unappealing at all with her sturdy bare legs, a mass of pussy fur on display and. When he touched her clit she almost climaxed. It took all her power to reach down and grab his hand. "Stop," she said, as firmly as she could muster considering her excitement.Then fait intervened. It started to rain. Totally flustered, but feeling relieved, Linda pulled away from her son and stood up. "It's raining," she said. She held her hands out with palms up, and turned her face upward. "Have you ever tried to catch raindrops on your tongue," she said with a laugh and stuck her tongue. I didnt have to wait long for Uncle Ted to come for me again. Later in the middle of the night I slept in my bed but I realized that I wasnt alone when I felt the prickle of Uncle Teds stubble between my legs. He licked the outside of my slit softly, like he was trying not to wake me but still wanted a taste. I thought that it might be safer to just pretend to be asleep still. His breathing was getting deeper and his licks more rapid and his fingers started to pull apart my lips. He found my.