.. Swing Low Sweet Chariot.They kept singing as they rode up the long sloping ridge toward the houses and barns. Their deep voices ringing out loud an... clear in the cold November air. When the women came out on the front porch to see who was singing, they joined in as they stood on the porch with arms hooked together, swaying slowly as they too sang the words of the old Negro spiritual song.Swing low, sweet chariot Coming for to carry me home, Swing low, sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me. Two inches, she licks her top lip, three inches, she moans, I get to 4 inches and she smiles with her mouth open. I slide it in 5 inches and she gasps. I hit the 6in mark and she opens her eyes. I'm only 5.5-6 in and she's feeling the difference between this and me now more than ever. The girth is driving her insane. I slide it a half an inch further. This is the most filled she's been since the last time she was with "Brad".But before I can slide it in any further, she thrusted her hips down. I loved watching her as she chatted to them. She had a great figure and usually wore black jeans with a low cut black top and a waiter’s apron. She wasn’t skinny but you would never think of her as fat, her breasts weren’t huge but she certainly made the most of what she had.One day, while waiting for my buddies, she asked what business I was in. I told her I was a photographer.She said, “A photographer of women?”"Sometimes," I said, "I mainly do advertising.”“Advertising, like in. Babs started to tremble. My God she is going to cum I thought. Then I saw movement. I glanced up and Felicity had moved over and was sucking Babs’ right nipple, still with Andy’s head in her lap. It was so crazy. Then Babs moaned loudly and orgasmed. “Oh Rob that was so good” she whispered. Then Felicity orgasmed. Andy looked at me when Babs finally released my head from her vice-like grip. “I want to suck your cock again Rob” he said without any appearance of embarrassment. I didn’t have a.