“Yes ma’am, do your thing.” I tried to sound cool and smooth but I’m pretty sure my voice cracked several times.“Please don’t call me ma�...am Keith, I’m only 20.” 20? Jesus, she was only a few years older than me. But she looked NOTHING like girls my age. “Sure, no problem” was all I could muster. “I have to clean and then go change. Towels are in the pool house side of the shed. Just throw anything wet in the dryer and turn it to 15 min” I said.“Ok thank you!”I waited a few more minutes until. A warm oil was poured over my back and soft, delicate hands glided across every inch, almost melting into my skin. She continued to massage my back and shoulders with brilliant technique as I drifted into a state of complete relaxation. It was time for her to switch attention to my legs, needing my calfs and hamstrings. Her fingers started to gradually explore a little further up, working underneath the towel to rub my glutes, stroking back down my inner thighs. I’d zoned out to the point where. It was rock-hard and it wobbled in front of her face, but she opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and licked the mushroom-shaped tip. She didn’t feel she had control of this big thing, though, so she used her other hand and took hold of the shaft, one hand over the other, as though she was gripping a baseball bat. She gave another tentative lick and then looked up at her father, unsure what to do next. “Keep licking it for a while, take some long licks, as though you were eating a popsicle. I liked the way her brown skin looked against Angie's pale freckled white. She kissed her way up to the left nipple and began to tease it with her tongue. Then the right nipple. Angie grabbed and kneaded Shriya's small ass through the panties, which were by now soaking wet with her arousal. In a move that would have qualified her for the World Wrestling Federation, Angie flipped Shriya onto the couch, while simultaneously sliding her panties down to her ankles. Before Shriya knew what was.