And I think I have, no, cookies don't go with lemonade. Let's see what we have for our own little celebration."The two departed. Mister Bailey looked ...at me. "Dave, you're my son's age. What? Forty, maybe?" Yessir," I said."Miss Ronni's graduating next year, so she's..." Seventeen," I answered."Bit of difference, ain't it?" he mused."I know," I said. "We talked about it. She's, like you said, level-headed. Not no little ball of fluff airhead." Yeah, she ain't had that stream of young guys. I can’t help but moan in anticipation of her warm, tiny mouth engulfing me. She reaches up and places her hand on my abs, tracing them down the defined muscles built up from years of working with her father. As they trace lower she grasps the base of my penis, gives me an almost nervous look up and places her lips around the head of my dick. Slowly but surely she takes more and more of me into her tender tiny mouth, licking my underside, swirling with one hand, cupping my balls with other. I. First running across Ericas swollen clitoral hood, then tracing a pattern over and around her moist lips, Shelly expertly manipulated the toy inside and obviously found that walnut sized dream-spot in the upper arch of her sisters beautiful snatch. Erica let out a whimpering scream as she neared her first release. I watched from the edge of the pool, awestruck at the scene unfolding before me. Ericas legs convulsed and her hips were thrust into an arch as she pressed down with her feet. She. My arms stretch over my head and encircle a thick male neck. By bra is pushed out the way and a thick man's hand has one of my breasts in its hot sweaty grasp. My mouth wide open my neck stretched back.'I think... ' I said, my hands going for his, one on my boob and the other between my legs. Busy hands they were too! ' ... that we'd better leave it there, I think, ' I gasped, and managed to pull off his hands. I twisted myself round the bed post. Left him watching. Stretched. Looked at my.