I finally tell him to bury his tongue as deep as he can into my tight little asshole. As he does this I start bouncing back and forth forcing his toun...ge deeper into my hole. It felt so good fucking his tongue this way. I then tell him he can go ahead and lick it. I made him do this for almost an hour. Then I told him to lay flat right there on the floor. I told him that if he wanted to fuck this sweet lil pussy he better just lay there an open his mouth. I squatted my tight pussy hole over top. I thought I was going to lose it right there. She couldn’t have been no older than 18. I hold it together as she climbs in the truck. She takes one last look around before closing the door. “Buckle up” I tell her as I start to drive off. Now like I have said. I have been traveling these roads for 10 years now. I have always been on the look out for any back road, side street, or pull off that might come in handy someday. I must admit. I just about know them all. Driving along I start making. He stood in the doorway in a pair of pajama pants. A wicked grin was on his face and his cock was obviously hard. He walked over to the bed with absolute confidence. She slid back toward the wall, grinning teasingly. James grinned back and darted around one side of the bed. She slipped to the other. He ran to that side and she slipped away. Suddenly he lunged, landing beside her and grabbing her in his arms. She squealed and wiggled to get free, but he held tight. Then his lips were on her neck. Since he was in the prime of his life, I considered any such inheritance an unlikely event at best. I also soon discovered the bawdy and scandalous nature of his household. Any number of brawny and well-formed young men lived in the bunkhouse, and the household servants were all comely young ladies, and there was a considerable amount of comings and goings between the two residences. Furthermore, my Uncle had a secret tendency towards the voyeur! His mansion was honeycombed with secret tunnels.