Still kissing her, I guide myself by memory. Placing a finger at the top of her slit, I trace it with a finger, watching her tremble, hear her ask me ...for more. She’s already wet, she’s so hot and slick. I flick her nipple once more, then lick my finger. She has a prominent taste; one I crave. Closing my eyes, I moan at the taste, my erection lengthening at the memory of her taste.Rising to all fours, I place my body directly over hers, kissing my way down, pausing at each nipple before. ”Ohhhhhhhhh my goodness!” Swetha moaned as she looked down as let out a small laugh. All she could see was the top of my head as it pushed her skirt out; it was indeed a comical sight. But the feeling of my tongue pushing the soft silky material into her wet pussy and rubbing against her harden clit was not comical, it was electric. As suddenly as I started I stopped.“Shit, don’t you dare stop now!” She cried out waiting to see what might happen next.I removed my head from under her skirt, slid. . "That's kinda why I stole it." Duggan laughed fit to burst his fat gut. The Escalade bounced along. "Yer a piece of work. I gotta give yer that," he chuckled, shaking his head. " But to compound that error in judgement by fuckin Harry's favourite daughter. What the fuck were you thinking and-" The Escalade hit a pothole--I took the only chance I had. Snatching the Glock from the goon on my left's waist. I snapped his fingers as he fought me for the gun and put two rounds into him. I jammed. But to be honest I had always had a thing for older women. It probably arose from my attending an all boys' school. My first awakening was to women rather than girls my own age. But as I say, until that summer I had never thought of Aunt Anne in a sexual way at all.____________________We got on well for the first few days of my stay, but on the fourth evening disaster struck. Aunt Anne had gone up to bed early and I had stayed in the lounge. I made sure that I waited a good twenty minutes or.