“Seeing What I Could See 2”

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“Seeing What I Could See 2″Well, it had been about 3 weeks since that divine encounter with my voluptuous “Auntie A” the day I showed up early to do her yard work. It was my first visual and physical enounter with a woman! She had promised more, so here we go. She had started work and I school so I had missed her in the mornings. The start of school had me returing to an afternoon yard schedule. I was about half done with my chores when “A” arrived home, we waved to each other and went about our business. When I finished up I went in the house to clean up and have a soda. I sat down in Unc’s easy chair to relax. “A” came out of her bedroom in that old worn out house dress buttoned only at the top so I caught a glimpse of those grand legs as she walked towards me. “Stand up, I need a hug.” I complied but it wasn’t what our family usually did, but now I suppose we were kurtköy escort on a different level. Those harnessed 38-D’s felt good against my body. I sat back in the chair and she on the ottoman real close. “Any good-looking girls in school?” she asked. “A few, but that’s what they are…girls,” I said. “You will appreciate them some day,” she stated. “I have to leave again real soon so we haven’t much but I would like to play a game, OK?” I asked, “A game?” “Sure, I’ll bet your older buddies play it with their girlfrieds, we used to call it stink finger,” she replied. “I heard of it, but that’s all,” I said.She was seated cross ways from me and scooted closer and as she did the front of the old dress opened up to reveal those luscious big thighs I was so enamored with. I placed my right hand on her left thigh immediately and slowly moved my palm around. “You aydıntepe escort like that, don’t you?” “I can’t get over how soft and beautiful your legs are, you never show them off,” I said. “I don’t think the world cares for stout legs that much,” Auntie said. “I sure do?” I said. Thank you she said as she guided my right hand toward that divine junction. I felt that grand patch of hair as she spread those wonderous legs. “Don’t you ever wear panties?” I asked. “Not anymore when you are around!” she giggled.”A” deflty guided my hand to her magic furrow and my middle digit explored for her opening. “Easy she said, go in slowly.” Soon my finger disappeared into her fun spot. She wimpered and moaned a little as I went in further. She put her head on my shoulder and I felt her breathing on my neck. Soon a warm moisture engulfed my finger and I moved it tuzla içmeler escort quicker. “Oh, Oh, Oh that feels good, don’t stop!” she begged. This went on for a couple minutes, I guess and she was so moist down there I even heard a soft gurguling sound around my finger. She shuttered a little and fell towards me saying, “that sure felt good!” I slowly extracted my finger and was unsure what to do next, so I licked it off. “You nasty, nasty boy,” she exclaimed. “Well I didn’t want to wipe it off on my pants.” We stood up and embraced and we kissed on the mouth for the first time too. “Did your finger taste good?” she asked. “It was different.” I replied. “Maybe next time you can put our tongue right at the source!”she said. “Really?” “Sure, you have more to learn I can promise,” she said. “and also I’m sorry we didn’t have time for little crotch buddy today.” She rubbed it though as I was still hard. “This is still between you and me,” she stated firmly. “You bet,” I replied. As I biked home I again was in ectascy over what I had just experienced, wondering what would happen next in the company of this grand woman!

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