Her mound was dripping with juice. When she worked her hips back and forth a shiny hot trickle went down inside of one thigh. She was dying to put a finger in herself. A habit that had hung over from puberty. She could remember the first day a girlfriend told her that she had a hole up inside her. Ronnie had hurried home, closed herself in her bedroom and stripped. It had taken her only three tries to puncture her delicate hymen with a forefinger. Before the day was out she had three fingers going in and out of her pussy as she screamed with trembling delight.

But now her auntie was trying to get something quite a bit better than a finger up inside her. Ronnie watched as Roslyn steadied Mark's seven-inch cock and backed herself down onto it. The lips inside her mound were shiny with lubrication. As they contacted the glans of Mark's cock, they slipped easily around it. There was a wet, sucking noise as that crown-shaped knob sank into the hot velvet opening. Ronnie clapped a hand over her mouth as she watched her aunt roll her ass slowly, skewering herself inch by inch on that rigid thing. There was another sound, softer than the first. A rivulet of juice spilled from the edge of her aunt's pussyhole and Mark's cocktip disappeared.

"Jesus God!" Ronnie whispered. Mark was moaning and carrying on again and Roslyn bent down to kiss his mouth. They began to bite and claw at each other. Ronnie raised the Nikon to the window opening and let it record the event in full color.

"Ghhhuuuhh," Mark moaned as he tried to penetrate the soft animal that was gently sucking his cock into a tunnel of sweet, slick flesh. But Roslyn pulled her hips up, taking it away again. She laughed, kissed his chin and cheeks. Then with tantalizing movements she once again let her ass drop.

The stiff shaft buried itself deeper, deeper. Ronnie watched with fascination at the instinctive jerks Mark's hips made. He couldn't really keep still with his prick enveloped in all that hot pussymeat! It made her want to scream it was so damned exciting. And to think that all she had to go on was two somewhat dog-eared memories. Neither of them really all that good.