Perhaps it is of me. A little memento? Maybe a flyer advertising my wears. Woman, thirty-seven, married, mother, part-time poetry writer, part-time wh...ore. I hear nothing of what is said.Petit, for that, is the name my mind decides, walks over to the bed, and stands behind me. I do not move, but I am aware of where she is as I watch the other standing still watching me. I am trying to give her name, I did think of Rapunzel, but that would be too easy, maybe Heels will do.Fingers grasp my locks.. Stacia rested her head on the floor and stared up. Mike pumped her pussy very slowly. Stacia was moaning loudly.Mike was so amazed at how tight her pussy was. It wrapped around his cock like a glove, a very tight glove. His eyes rolled back into his skull. The pleasure her tighter than tight, recently virgin pussy was bringing him was 20 on a scale of 1-10. He began to pick up speed, sliding his cock deep into her and back out. He could hear her moaning loudly.“Mike! Go faster baby”, she cried. For some minutes I did not hear him answering to my chat. Then I turned my head to look back and noticed him staring directly at my ass as he rubbed his dick over his shorts, as I was on all fours on the ground. I was shocked but at the same time humored that this eighteen year old boy was staring at my body like he was. I moved to the other side and continued working this time my breasts were aimed at him and sure enough he was staring at them as I was still on all fours on the grass…After. I followed behind my cousin as she turned upstairs carrying my small suitcase in front of her. I couldnt help but look at her cute tight little butt as she slowly climbed the stairs. For each step she took going up, her red thong would clearly show itself. As again, all those dirty thoughts went racing threw my head, nasty dirty thoughts. When we finally reached the top, there upstairs were two bedrooms. The larger bedroom to the left was Naomis room and off to the right was Kendras room of.