.. and maybe he would do just that sometime, decided Kevin, completely unaware both he and Dans Mother were at that moment being recorded by Spy Cams activated by their presence in Catherine’s bedroom as his very own private dancer began slowly unbuttoning her sheer transparent sheer black blouse... Hours later, while still on a high still on a high from the afternoon’s events at his Auntie Victoria’s house, Dan Dixon opened the front door and shouted out to his mother that he was home. His mother’s reply came from the bathroom, so Dan, shrugging his shoulders, carried on up to his room, thinking he may as well have a look and see what his Mother had been up to that afternoon. As he did so Dan was recalling how, when Sean had decided he had enough pictures and film of his Aunt Victoria, Dan had told her to wash her face and breasts before getting dressed and to then go back downstairs.They had done so just in time, for just as Victoria had settled into her chair she gave a huge yawn. (smack).. it..(smack)...” There was no malice in his voice only longing; and although, each smack was hard I couldn’t help but moan. It felt so good. “Yes, Jon,” I moaned out. “I promise it won’t happen again.” With a few more smacks he turned me around and leaned me back against the car. He slid his hand down and over my breast, down my stomach and straight to my vagina. ”Whose pussy is this?” he asked sliding a finger in. I moaned but couldn’t answer. It was my first time feeling this sensation and I didn’t know how to respond. Pumping his finger in and out for a few seconds that felt like minutes I moaned louder. He quickly pulled his finger out of my pussy and slapped it a few times. “Tiffany, whose pussy is it?” He slapped it again and I moaned out, “Yours Jon.” “Good,” he said rubbing my vagina and sliding his tongue up my neck to my ear. “Since you don’t want to leave I guess I just have to take you right here. Get on your knees.” He stood up. I looked around noting we were in.
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