Now I don't know what Simone's father looked like, as he left Tawny shortly after Simone was born, but perhaps he looked something like me. The reason...I say this is that Simone looks like a younger sister to my daughter, Tina. In fact, whoever he was, he seems to have had, like me, a relatively recessive genome, since both Tina and Simone look a lot like their mothers, and a lot like each other.So, let's review the dramatis personae. Aside from me, who you don't really care to hear described,. I moved to the right side of the table and started to massage her buttocks, working around her thong. After about 5 mins of this she moved her hands down to her panties, arched her back and slid them off her butt.“There,” she said. “They were in the way.My eyes were glued to what I could see now. Her very clean-shaven pussy was in full view and glistening with wetness, her lips fully puffed out. I massaged her buttocks a bit more and she spread her legs a bit more giving me even better of a. He massaged and kissed me from head to toe. I moaned and said he could pull my panties down. He drew them down and slowly off my foot. I could smell my wetness and I could tell this turned him on. I turned over onto my stomach and he began to rub my back. I could tell he had very little experience with giving a massage but I still enjoyed every bit of his touch on my body. When he got to my ass, he kissed it and teased my wet pussy. I rolled over, giving him better access, and pushed his head. Their matching thrusts meeting each other, slapping their bodies in a sounding resonance, made Jennie yell out emotions in erotic syllables that only one could understand in a sexual state. No words were needed to make sense of what was happening. Jennie suddenly felt a whoosh flow over her body and also a change in James’s cock inside her. The whoosh felt like a hot flush invading her body and James’s cock suddenly began to get harder. It also felt like it got longer inside her plush pinkness..