" It all started when I was eight, or may be seven. My Mother died ayear before and my Father, He was Jason Small Senior. He met andmarried Melinda. I...was only seven or eight. Sorry about the fuzzymemory, but it was a long time ago and so much has happened to me. Wellanyway, I don't think she really loved him, she just married him forhis money. She didn't like boys at all. She really hated me. But he wasblinded by his love for her, even though she spent his money like crazyand walked all over. " "Ah, was that a compliment? Well, you deserve a reward for that," she told me, before she closed the gap between us and put the thong in my face. "Sniff my pussy, Tony and let your cock get harder than a diamond." My hands came to my face and I rubbed the thong all over it, blocking my view of her. It was nearly drenched with her pussy juice and had that scent all over it too. My tongue slipped out and her juice also entered my mouth. "Oh, what sweet and loving juice you have, Autumn." After. “I was reminiscing over the last few nights with you and so wanted to have sex with you. I wish it were you were lying next to me right now, your fingers unbuttoning my blouse and not mine.” Samantha purred. “My blouse has slid open revealing my white lacy brassiere, which I am now unclipping. Please tell me what to do next?” Robert liked where this was going and responded; “Mmmm …. I want your hands to caress your breasts and at the same time tease your nipples … can you feel them harden? I do. By the time my other hand again slipped on to her abdomen. She caught my hand with her and took it to her honey pot. I felt soft pubic hair and then the pouted lips of her pooku. Her pubic hair may be an inch long. “Veena why are you neglecting.. see, it is like a jungle” I said searching for her opening.“For whom mamayya?! Though your son stays for two days, he hardly fucks me once. When I say something, he says he is tired in the journey. I too lost interest”.“Don’t worry my dear.. from now.