I held my finger in front of her so she could see it then placed it against her lips. She bent her head slightly to take it into her mouth, and I coul... see she was looking at the stains on her dress as she licked off my finger. And suddenly she began to climax, pressing both hands between her legs and bending over as though trying not to pee. Her glasses fell to the rug. She made a sound, “Oooo. Oooo,” over and over, as quietly as she could, and her expression seemed almost pained as she looked. After about 2-3 minutes of aunty Ellen sucking the life from my cock, she stopped without saying a word, got to her knees, turned around, got into a squad, stuck her butt way out and lowered that pale white ass right onto my unprotected cock. She grabbed it and rubbed my tip all over her prickly vagina for 10 seconds before spitting in her hand, lubing up the cock, and slipping it into her warm, moist love canal. I had a perfect view of her fat ass and brown bootyhole deep squatting onto my. He broke the kiss and looked at me, then kissed me again, it was like he was gaining confidence which is exactly what I was hoping for. I lost track of time but this must have gone on for 5 to 10 minutes before I felt him put a shaking hand on my thigh. I wasn’t expecting this because we had said we’d wait for his birthday before doing anything even if he was up for it but I took this as a sign that he was getting comfortable with me. His hand was shaking and I put my hand on it to assure him. Finally, I find a Tess Reims in and old foster home record. It’s her. Younger, but it’s her. Only problem is, her records state that she died 8 years ago when she was 15. I look for birth records. She was born Eleanor Winters, but her foster parents changed her name. It didn’t take me long to find out where she lives. Chapter 3. I walk into my apartment, closing and locking the door behind me. I go to the living room, kicking off my shoes and tossing my bag on the couch. I turn around to go to.