"Bend down. Give me your hands. Your Aunt Kendra could use some oil on that side. Such a good boy, my son." said Mrs. Dorian.I put my hands out as I s...uatted down next to Kendra lounge chair. She smelled of hot coconut oil, along with Mrs. Dorian. I felt the hot oil on my hands. I gently put them on Kendra big breast. Her nipples were hard as a rock. I rubbed them with the palm of my hand. My knees were against the side of the chair. My cock was resting on the white plastic inches from Kendra. I should do something creative for myself before I tackle the big animation for this project.”“And you guys aren’t even getting credit for it,” Beca sighed. “Why don’t we take tomorrow off. No studying together, no phone calls, no text messages to each other.”“That’s getting kind of extreme,” Joan said. “I might want you to see something on my private snapchat.” Beca looked at her and grinned.“You know what I miss?” she said. “I miss you coming in dressed to kill on Mondays and sitting across. “You want this?” he asked, sliding all the way in, in one smooth, slow lunge.“Ohhhhh yesss,” she hissed, her eyes going half closed.“Do you remember me doing that last night?” he asked.“Nooooo,” she whispered.“That’s because we were both too excited,” he said, beginning to breathe more deeply.“I feel it now,” she said, panting herself.“Now this,” he said, going deep and rotating his loins.“Ohhhhh,” she moaned. “That’s sooooo gooood.”He let her have an orgasm and told her to tell him all about. Small talk and a sandwich seemed like the business of the day. That was until the were eating their dessert. The sponsor, Mr. Darrien, became much more serious. "I'm sorry to have heard about your loss. It has been a while and I hope you are better. I have heard that you are struggling financially. I don't know if you are aware but there is a pageants for older attractive women like yourself." He went on to explain that this pageant was a private affair that was by invitation only. That rather.