Might want to go too."As Charlie continued his visual assessment, Sandy encouraged his examination of her bare legs by shifting her weight teasingly f...om one bare foot to the other. His eyes eventually looked up to meet hers. Sandy grinned and said, "Might be fun. Aunt Anita and I were going for a swim ... but come in and we'll see what she thinks."As Charlie followed Sandy into the den he could see the faint outline of panties beneath her shirt. There was, however, no sign of a bra. Panties. Anna is sixteen; no problem there you probably think,but the thing is she was my son's girlfriend. OK, what got me into this predicament? Porn that's what, good old simple pornography. I'd built up a minor collection of DVD's over a period of months and years. I had one or two flings over the years but the wife wasn't interested in sex so I kept going back to the simplicity of my porn stash. It was one of my masturbatory soirees that led to my son's girlfriend Anna, catching me mid-wank. I. As he pumped my face, I sucked and stroked trying to help relieve his built-up pressure. I loved hearing him moan and give his “fuck yeah” between the slurps and licks, and when I raised his cock and licked his balls, he let out a loud “FUCK!” Just as I was getting into it, he pulled away and said it was time for me to get out of my legging. In a flash I was out of them and ass up on the bed getting the rim job of my life. Kiss, kiss, lick then a moist tongue in my hole, damn he was good! Once. I was working around the campground. I’m not sure who was around to verify it. I pretty much knew Dawn took the truck. I didn’t report it missing for a couple of days. I thought she would bring it back,” I said. “You are telling me she may have already been killed.”“Yes I guess I am. That is unless you killed her, then you knew she wasn’t coming back,” Sylvia replied. I had sat down after she told me about Dawn. The shock and surprise knocked me off my feet. So the rest of her questions had.