My finger slips in to the knuckle, she sighs again. I move it from side to side, slowly, and she relaxes more.Anal play. She knows I do, she buys me t...oys and encourages me. But usually solo, rarely together.I push some more, and slide in fully, my finger slick inside her dark place. She feels warm, she feels soft, she feels sensual. I start to gently finger fuck her, in and out, moving from side to side as I go.I need to taste her. Finger gently out, I lick it, then move towards her with my. I was probably, what people would call, a dumb blonde, so I knew I wouldn't get very far without Dad's money. I did, however, have a body to die for. At 16 I was not skinny nor chubby. My tanned skin and large chest, made me stand out from the rest. Whenever the guys at school spoke to me they would look at my breasts, I was quite accustomed to all the attention from the guys. I wasn't very well liked among the girls, but I knew it was because they were jealous. During the first few weeks of. ‘Your daughter has very skilled hands and the scents she used brought back much of my memories. It reminded me a little of the training we were given as dancers, which taught us to be aware of every muscle, every sinew in our body. We leaned to notice how each breath or lack of breath changed our flexibility, our posture – it was very thorough.’ ‘That is good training – for any person,’ was Yunan’s only comment, but he could sense how little she told him about how those skills were obtained,. I was amazed at seeing them in full splendor. My fingers alternated between pulling on her nipples and squeezing the full globes of her breasts.Abruptly, Aunt Jane pulled her mouth away from my cock. "Damn!" she said in a loud whisper. She swung her legs up onto the bed and lay back, reaching for my hand and pulling me down over her. I moved awkwardly, slipping between her legs and supporting my torso above her on one arm. "Do you want this, baby?" she asked, her eyes full of sincerity, as she.