This is my house. This'll teach you, you little minx. I'll not be toyed with!" My hand was coming down with a rhythm onto her buttocks. I was also str...iking her pussy. Her ass cheeks were red and my palm prints were bright upon her tender skin. My prick was hard. I knew that wasn't right. I didn't care. I didn't give a damn. Fuck this! She needed a lesson. My arm was finally tired. I rested my hand on her tender, smooth ass. I slowly caressed her red flesh. She was moaning. One of my fingers. "Angie smiled. "Me, too," she said and we started toward the woods to explore. Aunt Milli's place was fantastic. There were paths that led to meadows and a small pond. Others led to dense forest with huge old hickory trees that shadowed the soft patches of moss below. We walked for nearly an hour when Angie stopped and sat on a log that was all that remained of a fallen tree. "You know, I asked you a question once and you never answered me."I sat down beside her. "What was that?"She kissed me. Amna wasn’t sure that Aunt Salim was the best person with whom to live, but her aunt had often made the offer, and now seemed the appropriate time to accept. She hoped that her aunt had been sincere in her promise that she just wanted company in her three-bedroom house and would leave Amna alone as much as possible. And anyway, despite her unambiguous religious devotion, she was very pleasant and easy-going, making the effort to show interest in the sort of things that Amna enjoyed. Aunt Salim. His cock felt so thick; she could just barely wrap her fingers around it. She gently squeezed his balls. They'd already drawn up near his body, and she momentarily wondered if he was too excited to last. She didn't think so; he'd never had that problem before.He slipped between her legs, rubbing his cock over her tummy before bending slightly. She wanted to help--she loved the feel of a guy's hardness sliding between her fingers as he entered her--but she knew he was one of those guys who liked.