Not yet.

As Sally lays in the dirt, she looks at Mr. Johnson with hunger still in her eyes. She giggles to herself as she watches him wiping her cum from his face. Pulling her fingers from her pussy, they leave a pearly sting connecting them to her pussy before it breaks and dangles from her fingers. Looking her cum still coating her fingers, Sally brings it to her face and inspects it. Then without warning takes her fingers and places them in her mouth. Using her tongue she wipes them clean, her eyes returning to Mr. Johnson now finished wiping his face.

“Well that certainly was a welcome surprise” he chuckles.

As Sally removes her fingers from her mouth, she slowly repositions herself. Sliding her legs beneath her and sitting on her knees. She watches Mr. Johnson intently as he finally sees her sitting in that position. He walks over to her and places his palm against her cheek and she lovingly turns her head into allowing him to support some of its weight.

“Now it’s your turn” she manages to say as she reaches for his belt.

Mr. Johnson gave no resistance as he fumbled with the buckle before finally freeing the leather strap. Slowly she undoes the button and unzips his fly, exposing his very plain boxers below. She looks up to him as if seeking permission. With a nod from Mr. Johnson, Sally pulls down the front of his boxers. With that Mr. Johnson’s penis springs to attention before Sally’s face.

Now this isn’t the first penis Sally had seen but it certain was the oldest. Despite that fact, Sally was still taken aback by both its size and girth. Taking her hand and wrapping it around the base of his shaft. She leans forward placing her lips on the tip.