Miniskirt in Scottish design, a tiny top with ample breasts, nipples rimming the purple cotton.Said she was a Canadian tourist, would I like another b...eer.I have nothing against Canadian tourists and even less against another beer. So we are sitting in this corner really liking eachother, but as my hand is massaging the crotch of that Scottish skirt I feel something rising that shouldn't be there. That really gets me off as she's smiling at me. I had been on that path before and loved every. They get together about once every couple of days and Kat fucks her silly but they have been able to keep it from Becky's family to them Kat is just a good friend. So when Kat out of the blue told Becky's husband and 16yr daughter that she wanted to throw a surprise brithday party for Becky they were Ok lets do it. Three days before the party Kat took Becky to a dress shop and as they looked around Kat picked out one and told Becky to try it on, in the dressing room Kat was all over Becky. The girl began to shake slightly, for fear or excitement…When I let her go, I gently run my fingers through her hair and whispered into her ear that I needed to pee."Get down, babe" I ordered her. She slowly slid down my body and knelt on the floor as I push my skirt up. I pulled my panties aside and pressed her head against my pussy. She hesitated for just a second, but then started to lick across my labia. I sat down on the toilet seat and spread my legs further; closing my eyes while the tip. Grasping you hips he raises you arse off the bench and starts to pound harder almost lifting you off the seat as he does, moaning continually you shake and shake cumming again and again you feel your pussy juices start to squirt out over him. Panting and moaning you beg him ‘stop please stop, i can’t cum anymore!’ ignoring you this stranger keeps fucking you harder and harder your body feels abused and used almost without volition you grasp you breasts squeezing them harder and pulling on your.