I didn’t know if she was wearing jeans or a skirt but eventually I discovered she was in a skirt as she pulled it up to remove her knickers. I thoug...ht I would go a bit further and asked if she would move the camera so that it was under the hem of her skirt so I could see her hairy bits. As before she refused and typed “I don’t have any hairy bits”. She continued to deny she had any hair ‘down there’ and eventually after promising more goodies Jean put the camera under her skirt. To my. Her head was tilted backwards over the edge of her bed, and she was holding her phone upside down in front her face, in the middle of scrolling through some messages. Her top was pulled tight over her modest chest, and I could tell by the outlines of her nipples through the fabric that she wasn’t wearing a bra.I stood in this girls bedroom without her knowing; standing above her relaxed body - running my eyes covetously over her form. My dick was rock hard, the thrill of being where I shouldn’t. ”He flicked the leather tongue in the air then, thwack, a fairly gentle stroke across the slit which was a very pleasurable experience. Thwack, thwack, two more, a little harder, sent a shudder right through my body. He looked down at me to check he was not hitting me too hard but I was desperate for more,.“Harder!” I cried.Thwack! A bolt of lightning shot through my clit and erupted somewhere in my stomach. Pain followed by ecstasy! I nodded encouragingly.Thwack! Almost too hard but worth it. I'm 38 now, married with 2 kids but on those dark nights when my husband is asleep I can still remember when I was young, fresh and very sexy. I look at my eldest, Trisha, who is now 15 and she reminds me so much of me, well in her looks at least. God knows what she gets up to when she goes out, if she is anything like me, god help the male population around here. At her age I was about 5' 4" tall, slim with nice shaped boobs even if they were only a 'B' cup. My hair was blond and long and used.