“Why don’t we keep it our secret Emma. Milf sex . But isn’t it about time for you to have a turn?” she asked. . “How come I’m doing all the work?” she grinned. . . . .your ah . He leaned over and seductively placed his lips on her . .what did I just spell?” After a few seconds she finally said . . He looked down at her long shiny golden hair and leaned forward and found an area on Emma’s neck that he felt needed to be kissed. her pussy lips that showed through the extra tight shorts that she was wearing. . He moved his head backwards and concentrated on giving Emma the best massage she ever had. Michael feels her hands desperately reaching down into her shorts and very quickly moving her hips upwards . . . to your pussy,” he whispered. The material of her Daisy Dukes is now almost steaming with passion as his fingers now cup her precious little hidden garden underneath. as if there were others around and she didn’t
