I cover my small breasts as I shift my weight nervously. What am I doing here? What was I thinking? These questions and more bombard my mind as Mr. Johnson reaches out and takes hold of my wrists. He firmly but gently moves my hands away from my breast exposing my B cups to the open air. He licks his lips as the strongly built man takes a step back to look me over. My brown skin is almost completely exposed except for the small sliver of fabric that is my white cotton thong.
Mrs. Johnson steps forward and takes my hand. She walks me over to the bed and sits me down. She lightly pushes me back. I try not to reach up to cover my breasts again as I lay on my back with my legs hanging over the edge of the bed. I feel her slowly work my panties off my hips down my thighs, over my knees, and past my feet. I almost try to shut my legs, but she seems to know what is going through my mind and she places herself between them. She pushes them out wider. Kneeling down she places a kiss on my waxed pussy. A flash of electricity shoots through me.
I close my eyes and I tilt my head to the side. When I open them I see Mr. Johnson himself kneel, on the bed. His rock hard cock hovering above my head. It may be the angle but his seems to dwarf that of my boyfriend’s or any other member I have seen. He places his hand under my head lifting it slightly. I put my elbows behind me and lift me face up level with his penis. I feel another surge of pleasure wash over me as Mrs. Johnson spreads my lips and her tongue dances between them. I close my eyes again. This time, I open my mouth and take Mr. Johnson inside. All this…and summer has just started.
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