His mouth dropped open, immediately. His eyes bugged out once he saw her wearing the camisole. He didn’t say it but he mouthed the words “Holy…f...cking shit!” She smiled. She understood what he’d said. “Do you like me in this?” she asked. “It sure looks like you do.” He didn’t shake his head but initially he didn’t nod either. He just stared at her body. It was more then a lovely physique. Her figure, in her new camisole, showed off her pronounced breasts. Finally, he was nodding his head as his. Her pussy started getting wet almost instantly as my fingers teased her pussy lips."Go inside... finger my pussy, baby. I love your hands on me," she whispered lustily into my ear. I reached around her a bit further as she scooted closer and my fingers slipped into her wet hole a bit."Oooh, yess... that's it... oh, that feels so good honey," she groaned. Angel laid her head on my shoulder and let me work her pussy with my fingers. I could feel her soft slippery pussy walls and I heard the. The town was renamed in his honor.Most of the family fortune was lost by my great-grandfather,Edward 'Teddy' Peyton, in the Wall Street Crash. Taking whatwas left, my grandfather, Arthur Peyton, started thiscompany in 1934. It was a huge gamble and it caused a familyrift with Arthur's sister, Agatha, leaving never to return,but it paid off." What was your grandfather like?" asked Hudson."Unfortunately, I never knew him," said Eric, "he waskilled in a car crash on the day I was born. My. She had been denied too long. Her son needed and wanted her and, yes, God forgive her, she wanted him too. She felt the beads of perspiration on her forehead, felt her heart racing, felt the desire take control."Baby, pull my panties aside. Now put your finger inside. Oh, God, YESSSSS."Despite herself Lynn began humping the eager finger."Oh, Baby, move it up just a bit. Yes, right there. Feel it? That my love mound. Touch it! Not too hard. Yes, like that. Oh, Michael it feels so good! I'm wet.