The barely noticeable silver strands in her hair would have multiplied. Soft skin would be showing signs of wrinkles. Her eyes would still sparkle lik... the stars, though. Her laughter would still lift his soul. Her lips would still taste like ambrosia. The kiss was unexpected. A sudden lunge, her hands pulling at his shirt, rising on her toes to match his height, her lips crashing into his. The scent of her had filled his nostrils, hints of sandalwood and hairspray and the menthol cigarettes. Girls’ voices! And even from a great distance they sounded rough in tone and the few words he caught sounded nasty; the kind his mom would call gutter-talk. He stopped in his tracks and tried to be still making no noise in hopes these bad girls would pass by without seeing him.All was quiet. He was holding his breath, hoping the bushes he hid behind and his silence would turn him invisible and safe. No such luck. With a scream of ‘ GOTCHA!’, one of the four girls who, all but one, looked much. Susan turned about to look directly at Fatima’s sympathetic face. She nodded shyly. “I just wish Charlotte would show more affection towards me.” Fatima put her arms around Susan’s bare shoulders and pulled her little girl body close to her. Susan sighed again and applied her lips to Fatima’s. The older woman hooked her thumbs around the top of Susan’s shorts and eased them down while passionately licking Susan’s teeth. She could sense Susan’s professional skills as the small girl reciprocated. He asked me if I enjoy when my ass is being fingered and I said yes. He then had me sit at an angle again like before, with part of my back towards the window and my crotch towards him. He then had me slide down a bit, to where now my left leg was bent on the seat behind him and the other was bent and on his legs. He had me use my jacket as a pillow to rest my head on. He had also moved a bit at an angle, to where my butt was resting on his right thigh. Under the blanket he started caressing my.