Whoever the woman was to whom the stolen goods belonged, Kirka just didn't care. What mattered was that she was roughly the same size as Kirka, almost...everything she brought back fit reasonably! The experience of a lifetime spent in close conjunction with women, women who bathed and peed and dressed and undressed casually indifferent to a wide eyes boy paid off for Miss Kirka Wallerson as she fitted herself with the basics of womanhood. Her supply of seed seemed inexhaustible as she interrupted. Then his nostrils caught a whiff of the same aroma he had smelled on her panties earlier and his temptation shifted focus from feeling this fabulous little pussy to tasting it. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. "Calm down boy." He thought. "Take your time. Let her show you when she's ready." Ian ran his finger around the little hole once more before he moved it up to find a small, but very erect, little bud at the top of her slit. His fingertip began making small circular motions on the. In a way, she pitied the poor girl, stretched out and naked from the waist down across the bottom of the bed like a sack of potatoes. Her mouth was slack and her tongue handing out like a dumb animal and she reached out to grab Becky’s fingers like a drowning person hoping to be saved from a fate worse than death. Becky patted the girl’s sweating hands and told her, “Just relax, dearie and give the gentleman his needs like a good little girl.”The sound of Sir Louie’s muscular thighs slapping. Then my phone bleeped, and there was a text from Matt: “In pub, where r u?”I texted back “gdn” and a few moments later he wandered down with a pint of his own. God knows how he managed to get her to serve him, since he was still a year under-age for drinking, even in Devon. On second thoughts, he probably just turned on the charm.“No Sally?” I asked with a grin. “Have you worn her out?”He laughed. “Not yet. But her Mum’s still got a guilt trip about last night, so they’re having a.