Free Blogger: MR CAMEL TOE - MRCAMELTOE couldn't take doing nothing any more. She was standing at my shoulder and I suddenly pulled my arm up from where it was hanging relaxed off the table, up between her legs, without moving my head. She gasped and stood frozen, caught, as I reach up behind her legs and gripped the elastic at the top of her pants and pulled them down, exposing her panties to the room. Still with my face under the towel I watch her from the mirror. She hadn't moved, like she was uncertain of what was going on or where it was taking us. Her eyes watched the towel at my face, unsure, whilst I slipped my hand up under her panties and grabbed the swelling of a cheek. It was my turn to massage. I forgot all my inhibitions, about her age, that we saw each other every day, and just let my cock do the thinking.
I clenched and released her arse, caressing and rolling my hand all over them. It seemed Gail had decided to do the same as her hand began to work again, this time out of sight, the thin material of her white panties bulging with the movements of her fist underneath. I had to see her mature slit and I left off caressing her cheeks to pull her panties down as I had done with her pants. They came away down her thighs to reveal a small, trimmed, manicured nest of pubes perched atop a hungry, aroused, pink opening. All this I watched through the mirror. Her fingers were stroking herself from the top of her pubes, sliding down and into her slit and then back up again. Already wet, she was leaving a slick trail through the tiny, dark black curls.
