“My. Your good at this aren’t you!” He murmured.Belinda never replied, and by no means altering her pace, she sensed the erection becoming firme...r by the minute.This wasn’t helping her that much, she’d already accepted that she’d partake in her own sexual activities from now on, at the nursing home she’d have a more than willing cliental, they might be old, but they’d be more than willing going by Bert’s action. Belinda reached across once more rinsing the soap with a soft sponge; Bert could. I wasn’t going to turn that down so I placed my hands on the outside of her thighs and ran them up to the top of the knickers and gently edged them down her legs. She starred at me the whole time and after I had neatly placed them on the driver’s seat I looked back into her eyes then at her lush red lips as she then told me to ?eat?. I got between her legs and was about to follow my usual method of licking and kissing the inner thighs before teasing my way to licking pussy, but she put both. ” It was her old man and judging from the look on her face, it was a serious call. It wasn’t a mad look however; so I figured he must have been apologizing which, in my opinion, the dumb-ass redneck should have done weeks ago, no matter what the fight was about. I’d just pulled up my pants and had started stuffing old Roscoe away when she looked over at me. I smiled and wondered how the timing of his call would affect what we had going. If her husband did apologize, would Donna still want to. How old was she, really? In terms of worldly experience. Twelve? --Fourteen, maybe?But now, here I was staring at the dark curls of her incredibly grown-up-looking thatch, there, And just as she had said, it was visibly wet with her fluids.It was Nature's way of saying, "Come and get it!"And so I began at long last the process of self-justification. Rationalization. She was after all, I reminded myself, a woman of legal age. She was, if anything, long overdue for the attentions of an.