She eyed Johnny up and down once he managed to haul himself into the tree house, looking him directly in the eye as she softly murmured, "Sorry Johhny..., I'm afraid I sort of invited you up here on false pretences. I wanted to give you a present." Cocking an eyebrow, he looked at her as she moved lithely over to him. Her smell surrounded him in a cloud of lavender and the faint, almost bitter smell of a wet cunt. Without saying anything else, she pushed the crumpled up g-string she had removed. I eased off his cock, and licked his huge smooth ball sack while I looked lovingly into his eyes. His heightened arousal was obvious as his chest heaved, and he began breathing like a stud horse in heat.I sucked the head, and ran my tongue all around, and around and around it, as my hands wet my niece's panties with the poppers and rolled them up with the dampened area right in the middle. I breathed in the vapors of the Locker Room. That shining throbbing cock took on new beauty as my heart. The first customer of the day was Libby, the woman who had clued Claire in on Will's identity the first time he had been in the store. Will suspected that Claire had spilled the beans about them, because Libby wasn't completely surprised to see them behind the counter together."Well, good morning there, Mr. Liebkind," Libby said when she stepped into the store, smiling jovially."Call me Will, please," he replied. She beamed at him, obviously pleased to be offered this degree of. Because I had known him for so long, I could see the pain in his eyes when his maternal Grandfather passed away that summer. Clint's father worked two jobs and had very little time for him. His Grandfather was his primary male influence. This man had taught him how to work on cars, and I'm sure many other things about the world in general. Much of Clint's expectations about sex and women, came from the adult magazines that he "borrowed" from his Grandfather and Dad. He believed that someday, a.