.. in my bed.Theresa was an ass man's dream come true, too. Watching her on all fours on my bed like that, her red-tipped fingers dug in and her head ...and tits jiggling and bouncing to every hard thrust. I loved the look of sheer pleasure on her face as I plowed over and over deep into her asshole. Theresa would never forget this fucking as the room smelled of sex. "You fucking slut, I can smell your need all over the room. My whole bedroom smells of your whore scent!" It was the smell that only. The skirt was solid black and taperedto fit fairly tightly. It had an elastic waist so it would probably fithim fairly well despite all the weight he had lost. It also looked a bitshorter than some of his other skirts. The top was a soft cotton print,mostly in differing shades of blue and white. It had white lace trimcoming down along the low rounded neckline, emphasizing it beautifully.For the second day in a row he wasn't wearing pantyhose and he was ratherenjoying the freedom. He pulled. I was shocked by how soft and slippery it felt. I paused. I then slid my tongue between her lips and lightly penetrated her. She started to thrust her hips slightly up and down. She brought her fingers down towards her pussy and began to rub her love button. I could feel her begin to shiver with pleasure, and her panting got heavier. I felt her pussy start to constrict; she was about to cum too. Then, I had a brainwave. I suddenly stopped, and pulled away from her. I wiped her pussy juices off. Chrissie walked towards me and I couldn't take my eyes off her pink, bullet-like nipples and the firm mounds they capped. Chrissie's hand boldly reached out to start rubbing my straining bulge. "Hmm, that feels like a nice one, Uncle Don," Chrissie cooed. I closed my eyes and groaned, relishing the feel of the naked nymph's hand massaging my sensitive part. I felt Chrissie unfasten my shorts and I opened my eyes. I had a fleeting thought about stopping her, but she was old enough to do what.