It’s very romantic.‘You did well, persuading Mom you weren’t well enough to go to the fireworks party, ‘‘I did, didn’t I?’ You give me a... kiss on the cheek. ‘The thought of us being alone was a strong motive, although I was worried when she said she’d arrange for Grandad Newman to baby sit us.’‘It’s fortunate he wasn’t available. I hate to share you, Fay.’‘Yes, but it’s not just that.’‘Oh, what else?’‘When he used to visit and stay, he’d stare at me in a strange way. Made me uncomfortable at. She licked her lips. The succulent flavor of Fred’s cum lingered on her taste buds. She turned through a full circle, looking over her shoulder to admire her ass and the backs of her smooth thighs, switching her hips from side to side. Facing front, she cupped her big tits together and lifted them, molding the cleavage deep and upright. She passed a hand over her softly rounded belly and let her fingers trail through the dark pubic thicket. She humped her belly out in a fucking motion. She bent. She knew what she wanted and had no time for those who couldn't give it to her. Hers was a careless sort of beauty, short black hair cropped conservatively at chin length, and highlighted the natural way, by too much time in the sun. The sun had also kissed her skin, gracing her form with the sheen of pure ebony. It was slick and shimmering from her sweat, the skin glistening in the twilight heat. I scooted closer, wrapping my arm around her waist. Her skirt was denim and clung to her hips like. It showed a hint of mischief and screamed out that she had something naughty on her mind!As I smiled back she looked back down and ask, “are you pleased to see me?” I looked down and saw the waistband of my boxers holding on by the skin of its teeth and let out a slight laugh, “I’ve been waiting for that belt to come off all day!”“Let’s not stop just with the belt then… Take off your shirt” she commanded me in a much more stern voice, but with that same smile still on her face.Even though I.