I took her to the bedroom and made her lie on the bed. Then I slowly and teasingly, removed her skirt. Her panty was already wet because of her love j...ices. Now it was my turn to satisfy her. We again kissed. I started to lick and play with her clean shaved pussy without removing her panty. It was smelling great. As soon as I am licking from outside, she was twisting on the bed and was holding my hair. I understood she liked it very much and thought to give some more of this. She was moaning. But shit, it was my birthday and there was just something about Laura. She had qualities that Tammy Joe just didn't have. She was really pretty. She was also very nice. Tammy Joe had a hellacious body and I loved her but she was a butter face girl. Tammy Joe was also not very nice. She'd always been kind of a bitch, just not to me. And us having money only made it worse. If I'd told Tammy Joe that I didn't want her gift, she'd have been pissed. I'm not a wimp, but I didn't want to bring that. He was a king of the West with an Oriental bride and he couldn’t be a happier man. His days consisted of checking on his animals and fields, making sure all was well before turning to teach a local class on saddle-riding. And then he’d check on the animals again, make sure they were all fed and groomed before he got to return to his new bride. He was giddy for the day to start and he made his rounds as quickly as he could, returning to the deck an hour or so later to find Fen awake and moving. Snaking my sun-bronzed hands beneath her dark-grinding buttocks, tightly grasped each full soft cheek of her ass, cupping them in my spread fingers and palms, squeezing the warm fleshy orbs and pulling them wide apart. I began long hard strokes into her seething vagina and the quivering walls, lubricated from her climax, clasped hungrily around the fleshy hot rod, slithering up moistly to devour its length all the way to the hilt. My sperm-filled balls slapped into the dampness between her.