“OK, go ahead and lift your skirt. Show me that pretty little pussy.” I tried a few different poses while holding up my skirt to expose my clean-s...aven pussy. My uncle seemed pleased. “Yes, yes, more like that. Keep working around the tree.” As I continued to pose for my uncle, I noticed someone approaching behind him. I immediately lowered my skirt.“Well, well, well, what have we here?” The elderly man that was speaking was tall and attractive, dressed casually in a light denim shirt, jeans,. Bette was sitting on the bed, still dressed only in her panties and bra. ‘You, too, Bette. Get your dress on. We’ve got to get going!’ Cynthia had her arm around Bette’s shoulder. Neither seemed ready to move. ‘Come on, Bette,’ I said again, more urgently, ‘We’ve got to get out of here while we can.’ Cynthia looked at me. ‘Bette wants to go home with me,’ she said. I felt as if someone had just knocked the wind out of me. ‘What do you mean, Bette wants to go home with you?’ I demanded, much. With an increased focus, I bobbed up and down, not even using my hand as he fucked my throat. Savannah recovered and started licking on his large balls, even almost fitting one inside her mouth, much to his pleasure."Christ," he said. "Christ, I'm close..." Cum then," Savannah said, looking up around the balls resting on her chin.She moved up from his balls to lick up and down the shaft as I moved back and forth. And again both of us were giving him what I assumed was the best blowjob of his. Mom ny full make up kea hwa tha mom ny dupta lia purse lia aur gogles ly aur kaha chalo m ai bs, m room sy bhar aya to mri neeyat khrab ho gai k aj rat us wedding ke jaga mom k sth he apni suhag rat bana doun, m wps gaya mom k room mom jhuk k mirror k bht khreeb ho k lipstick laga rahein thein, m pechy ja k pakr k hug kea phir m chor dea mom ny kaha wps qn a gay chalo late ho jayein gay.M mom ka hath pakr k front sy hug kea aur gogles utar k rakh deay, phir mom ke jewelry ear sy nekal k rakny.