“Ohhhh, Jon, ahhh.” More sounds escape my lips as he continues to tease me by pressing his tongue against my entrance, licking it little by little... only entering the slightest bit. “Mmmm, you are so wet you know. And you taste so good. I could eat you out all day,” Jon’s breath tickles my skin. My breathing hitches, his words turning me on. I shudder in excitement and gasp as he plunges his tongue fully into my pussy. I moan as his tongue swirls around inside me and licks against my pussy walls. ” But they already open the door and leave. “What the-.” Only now you directly face the girl. “So what do you want?”The girl grins. “Well, to not pussyfoot around: I wanna take you home, rip your pants off, take your rigid underfucked cock between my lips and suck you off so long until you beg me to stop. Afterwards, I want you to put your face between my oiled tits and ride me like a stallion rides a mare. And no, I‘m not doing this for a living. I just haven‘t had any good meat lately.”You. I told her that she looked very sexy, Stacy smiled and said "thank you". I told her, lets have a few drinks, relax and just let ourselves go tonight, Stacy smiled again, with a more sexy look and said "I would like that".We entered the Hayloft, which was still quite as it was still early in the evening. There was some music playing but nobody dancing yet. I did notice a few people in the bar and especially one gentleman in particular who was sitting at the bar. He was approximately 40-45 years. .." started Renee."Quiet, Renee," said Ben in a quiet but firm voice, "let's take this one step at a time. We know the tree exists. Let's find out what part, if any, of the story is true. We can go from there." Yes, of course," responded Renee as they thanked the old woman again for her invitation and retreated from her hut.The next day there seemed to be great activity in the village. Although Christine still received many admiring glances, especially from the Mabuka men, it was a young.