There was really no doubt as towhat I WANTED to do. I licked my lips and pressed them to his puckeredhole, after kissing his wrinkly anus for a minute... I leaned backslightly."I love kissing your Anus. It's exactly where my lips belong." I leanedback in and kissed his anus again."Now what sissy?"I had licked and kissed any number of women's puckered assholes. I knewexactly what he wanted. I slipped my tongue out between my lips andswirled it around the wrinkly opening."Yessss, sissy, Yesss!" was. Who is, pardon my vernacular Audrey," the voluptuous woman turned and smiled, "fucking whom. Red markers are those we believe to be genetically acceptable according to our standards – Miss Voutrakis for instance, you see her marker over there in London; black, those where we perceive a risk. Most of the immediate British aristocracy fall into that category, I fear. Earlier generations have been combined too frequently. Problems have arisen. The recessive chin, for example, has become so extreme. .. Yes, I want to." "You want to what?" Roxie chided."I want to lick your pussy. Please let me eat your pussy, Roxie," Jennifer surrendered.Roxie rolled over onto her back and spread her legs wide. Jennifer crawled between them and Roxie pushed her head gently down as Jennifer buried her face into her pussy. Roxie groaned loudly as Jennifer snaked her tongue into her cunt, pushing it deep into her hole before gently licking back up to her throbbing clit. Roxie raised her legs up over her head. They rode up to the big watering trough in front of the barn where the water was running slowly from a pipe into the trough, as the windmill lazily turned overhead in the light breeze of early morning.The three men left their horses to drink and walked toward the house. Tom had two bundles of clothes and Cal had his arms around the other bundle and carried his small bundle of books by the string as they walked to the front porch.“Berty, you in there?” Clyde hollered.Mrs. Yancey came to the door.