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A shy young man finds wild passion from a lonely guardian.

The rest of the day we were too busy in our insurance office for any hanky-panky, as a stream of visitors kept us apart.

The last visitor of the day was the Mayor's wife, of all people. This stuffy pillar of the community asked to use our rest room, and Jasma strolled over to me with a sexy sway as we heard the door lock.

"You must be ready to explode." Jasma whispered, as she knelt down between my thighs.

I motioned to the bathroom door in alarm, but Jasma raised her finger to her lips to silence me.

With a lustful gleam in her eye, Jasma pulled my aching cock out of my slacks and lowered her hot, wet mouth over the head. I noticed her red lipstick leaving pucker points on my crown as she smacked lightly on the tip as she began to talk in a whisper again.

"My sister wants to meet you." she began with a slurp. My prick stiffened even more as I tried to guide it into her mouth.

Jasma licked away from my poking so she could keep talking. I heard the mayor's wife using her cell phone in the bathroom now.

"My sister came home from college because she got in trouble with a boy." Jasma breathed around my purple head." In fact, she had her baby right after I did."

Jasma looked quickly at the bathroom door, then pulled up her shirt. Her chocolate fat tits were puckered and swollen, and milk dribbled down her stomach from her puffy tips.

"You see, Jaycee needs someone to relieve her tit-milk, too." At this, Jasma squirted her nipple directly onto my cock. Milk splashed over the head as she quickly deep throated the wet painting she created.

"Ughh!" I bit my finger to silence myself as I immediately climaxed into her sucking brown face.

Thick jets of salty choad rocketed down her soulful gullet as we heard the toilet flush.

Scrambling to collect ourselves, we barely had time to get behind our respective desks as the mayor's wife emerged from the bathroom.

*Sniff* *Sniff* She wiggled her nose at the intrusion into the room of the odor of semen and sour milk.

"Can I help you with anything else?" I offered, but she turned on her heels and left in a huff.

Jasma put the closed sign on the door and walked over to my desk. She pulled her milk-soaked black shell over her head and cradled my grateful mouth to her tits.

"Uhh-come over tonight-to our bedroom window---and I'll show you my sister." she panted while holding my face.

"You-you can drink her black milk too!" Jasma rasped. She stuck her hand down her pants and clawed at her furry wet hole.

I reached around and unzipped Jasma's ski pants down the side. I pulled them down between her knees and buried my mouth in her soaked teen-aged furnace of a cunt.

"Shit--lick my button--my sister is tiny like me--you'll like her-- her tits are fat and swollen too!" Jasma gasped as she ground her puss all over my aching jaw.

Jasma licked at her own spurting nipples as I stuck my tongue deep inside her forbidden lips.

"I'm cumming in your fucking mouth!" Jasma babbled obscenely, and I nearly choked on the discharge as she mewled above me.

That night, I parked down the street from Jasma's house. It was a small ranch, and her bedroom window was at a height where I was eye level with the window sill. I crept around the premises, praying I wouldn't wake my best friend Joe, and I had no idea what I would say to him if he caught me with his daughters.

Jasma's room was darkened, but the window was wide open, and I saw the curtain ruffle in the warm night breeze.

"Jasma?" I whispered, my heart in my throat.

"Rick. Come closer." Jasma whispered back.

I heard a click, and then a faint green nightlight came on. In the shadows, I saw two small figures, neither one five feet tall. Jasma and Jaycee.

Both girls were wearing completely transparent nighties with nothing on underneath. I gasped in admiration at the sight of young brown breasts swaying toward the window in the semi-darkness.

"Rick- this is my sister Jaycee.

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