His hair curledand set to feminine perfection a pink satin bow pinned to the front of thehairdo. His long salon nails were gloss red again, his face,...porcelainsmooth now made up perfectly, the gloss red lips matching the nails, thelong lashes and pale blue eyeshadow and mascara and a rose blusherrounding out the look. As a serving lady removed the silver breakfastcart that had contained a toast and coffee breakfast she left the roomjust as Grace arrived and entered through the white double. What never I replied NO never came the answer then without a word I again sucked at her clit she almost jumped off the bed but I held her tight by her spead thighs and sucked harder prodding my tounge deeper between her folds then she moaned out loud oh Paul yes yes within seconds she was dripping with her honey dew OMG she tasted sweet as the flow increased her orgasm came fast and loud as her arse lefted to meet my tounge then another ripped through her body leaving her shaking and panting,. “Dag nab-bit, no one ever tells me nothing! They should tell me first off, afore I shoot someone who comes nosing ‘round my business without so much as a by your leave.”“That is an oversight I won’t forget, Sir,” he said. “My name is Clint Robertson and me and the missus arrived in town just in time to witness the bank robbery.”“My name is Chance Smith Akin, but everyone calls me Smitty. You’re welcome to if you’re of a mind.”“So then, are you interested in purchasing what I don’t keep?” Clint. I guide the tip in and rock back onto him. The warmth of the shower the warmth of my pussy water splashing both of us drowning us. He pulls away and says “Hey what do you think I am?” My hair flings back throwing water everywhere. I turn on my back on the shower floor soaping my upper body nice and shiny and reach for his head guiding it to my moist pussy. He starts eating away at me, tonguing me, licking everywhere. I pull at him and buck beads of water trickle off, washing our lust, filling.