I decided that it was time for me to make my move.I moved toward the bed and put a chair between Karen’s now widespread thighs.“Let’s get these ...ikini bottoms off so Uncle Ronnie can give you a good trim,” and with that, I grabbed the waistband of the tiny suit and began to gently but firmly pull down.Karen quietly objected but, at the same time, brought her thighs together enabling me to pull the tiny bottoms over her sweet ass and down her legs.When I pulled the bottoms over her feet and let. But as the conversation was dying down a little I could hear what I knew was jerking off going on. I had found out about jerking off and orgasms and loved the release. But for some reason I couldn’t even get hard, I suspect because all the talk was of girls. On every occasion since I had my first orgasm my jerk off images were of that man fucking that boy.The boy next to me was really going at it and I heard him groan and it sounded just like that guy in the stall when the mad was fuckin him. I. "Oh! Yes I will willingly do my share. The boot of my car is full of clothing; I was off on a six-month expedition when the incident happened. No one will even miss me for at least six months, I'm always dashing off on explorations at the drop of a hat and not telling anyone." Expeditions!" I'm an archeologist, and rather well off, and I can indulge in my profession as much as I like. My husband died when I was quite young, and have no family." She declared with that pebble in the mouth. I took a big glass from the cupboard and filled it with ice from the freezer, grabbed a coke from the refrigerator, and a bowl of Mrs. B’s snacks and headed back upstairs to Janice. She was now sitting at the chair at the little girl’s desk.I came in, closed the door, and walked over to her carrying the munchies from the kitchen. I just stood there as she turned to face me.“Get down on your knees slave,” she ordered and I immediately fell to my knees before her. I put the coke, glass, and bowl.