#59750 - “Happy Sixteenth Lisa!” She put the photo back, toes off her trainers, sat back down and put her legs over mine, her toes caught and massaged my prick, expertly I thought. Tsking to herself she tucked her hair into a shower bonnet, stepped out and I heard the rush of a shower, then she was back, dressing gown on, cap gone, like nothing had happened since I arrived at her door. “I want her to watch us, want her to see how much better I am than her, when she gets back, we will tie her up, make her watch me being fucked by you, you will have to make me scream for mercy, can you do that?” She was rubbing furiously at herself as I licked her, I could feel her climax rising, heard it in the strain in her voice.