Rural Encounters With Anal Intimacy

Angie was wearing a tight, short summer skirt with a nearly see-through top h=that gave me the thrill of being able to see her lacy bra. I was delighted to see her blush, and with down turned eyes, whispered, “I don’t even know how to kiss, Aunt Rebecca.”
“Kissing is easy-peasy,” I lightly placed my fingers at the back of her neck, “If you want I could show you, kissing each other is how most girls learn to kiss, didn’t you know that?”
“No, I…” Jaden sighed this time looking into my eyes. I moaned with shock and pleasure to feel Angie kissing me this way again. One of her hands moved down to my chest harshly squeezing my boob through my top and bra before darting under my summer dress and plunging into my panties…just as her lovely finger entered my pussy, Angie’s whole body went slack and she slumped to the floor at my feet. I played competitive tennis through high school and college so my