I still can’t see it, your crack is so bloody deep. Spread it wider,’ she heard from behind her. Betty pushed her tongue between her teeth and bit...down anxiously. She then pulled her fleshy globes apart a few notches farther, hoping this was satisfactory. She blinked her eyes and paused, waiting for a reaction. Her legs wobbled the minute she heard a suppressed snigger, and her face went almost crimson. She could feel the cold air fanning her exposed anus, and she felt incredibly foolish. ‘My. "Talk to me, Cin, please! I'm sorry! What did I do wrong?" Amy asked, trying to stay calm. Cindi sobbed, almost hysterically."You... you weren't supposed to do that to me! You said you wouldn't!" Cindi whispered, still trying to catch her breath. She was turning red again, but this time it was from embarrassment. She realized too late that she had reacted strongly and now she wasn't sure how to play it down.I turned away, mainly to try to hide my attempts to stop my laughter, and to hide the. You are so good at it." She never said a word but kept her eyes just glued to my cock and jerked it up and down for a while and then stopped and let her fingers just caress the head of it and then up and down the shaft before resuming stroking it. I figured I might as well go a little further with her and moved one hand to the back of her old gray head and pulled it straight to the head of my cock. She didn't need any more encouragement than that. Her mouth came open and she soon had the end. "I clearly recall having this argument last summer . . .sir." "Thirteen my ass!" the redneck cried. He spun around and hollered, "Becky get your ass over here." I saw the girl in the red dress hop up from her seat and run over toward us. "Tell this ass-wipe how old you are." "Thirteen, sir," little Becky replied. She looked over at me briefly. She seemed embarrassed, so I turned around and pretended to examine the big map. "Fuck!" the redneck hollered. I heard little Becky cry out,.