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Recruiting fresh young meat

... didn't answer and Helen smiled, "Is it making you feel funny, sweetheart? Like when you get butterflies in your tummy, only lower down?"

A small, almost imperceptible nod of Angie's head confirmed Helen's diagnosis and Helen couldn't help but notice Angie's nipples standing out in bas-relief through the thin fabric of her top and she asked. "And do you feel funny anywhere else, Honey?"

With a look of total embarrassment Angie confessed, "My titties."

"How do your titties feel, sweetheart."

Angie swallowed and bit her bottom lip before saying. "They ache and my nips feel sort of tender."

"Do you want me to take a look?" Helen asked as she slowly pulled on the tail of the bow holding the jacket closed with her other hand, watching as the loop shrank and vanished. Without the restraining knot the left-hand side slipped, the silky material sliding easily over Angie's soft skin, only failing to reveal the treasure below when the lacy trim snagged against the hard nub atop the mound of delicious young flesh.

Like a librarian handling a rare edition, Helen took hold of the trim and lifted it free and away, exposing a firm nubile breast. "Beautiful, my angel." Helen sighed as the hand inside Angie's trousers moved further down, her index and middle fingers either side of Angie's puffy pussy lips drawing a small gasp from her young niece.

Helen watched the rise and fall of the naked breast and before her eyes the nipple continued to crinkle, redden, and harden, ...

... crying out to be touched, kissed, suckled. But Helen knew she had all the time in the world and as her fingers squeezed together slightly, pressing the swollen lips between them, she unveiled Angie's other breast.

"Do you want Aunty Helen to show you how to kiss, sweetheart?" Helen asked, and without waiting for an answer bent forward, taking great care not to touch Angie's tits. Her lips brushed against the young girl's softly, the tip of her tongue tasting the hint of lipstick and powder.

At first Angie didn't move, she didn't try to stop Helen but neither did she respond as Helen pushed her tongue between Angie's lips, breaking into the young girls warm mouth.

Helen moved her fingers, her ring finger replacing the middle which now rested on the still closed pussy lips, pressing down gently, and forcing out the first drops of sticky juice. She rolled the finger, coating it in Angie's lubricant before opening the gap to touch the pearl pink inner lips.

A groan sounded deep in Angie's throat and tentatively she responded to Helen's searching tongue, even pushing hers into Helen's welcoming mouth once or twice as the finger slid up and down, the tip pressing against her tight hole each time it passed, drawing forth more honey.

Helen felt Angie's pussy quiver as the first tiny shock sprang forth and she broke the kiss to look at her darling's face, eyes wide with surprise. "Nice?" Helen asked with a smile.

"Are my darling's titties still aching? They look like ...