Maureen is a petite mature woman wearing a pant suit with stiletto heels, prescription glasses and her long brunette hair is up in a bun making her lo...k taller than her 5'3" . Mmm Come in Maureen , leave your umbrella over there... follow your nose down the hallway to the kitchen ...would you like a coffee I was going to some baking ..Coffee would be great . Maureen sits down in a chair putting her briefcase on the occasional table removing a questionnaire a clipboard and her pen. Filling out. They were not large but pretty, with well defined aureoles. I ran my hands the length of her legs and it was at that moment that I became devoted to the beauty of a woman’s legs. In the dim light coming through the window from the city I could see the pale outline of the muscles of her thigh, the narrowness of her ankle, the plumpness in between. In the dark, I savored her legs with every other sense I had: as I caressed her legs with my cheeks and kissed her knees, I could smell the faint. I got a good look at what a family of seven lived in, and if you excluded the closet they called a bathroom, their entire living area space was no bigger than my own bathroom back in my parent’s mansion. I have to say though the place was spotless and well organized, but I had to step over two kids playing in the entry area to look in their so-called living/bedroom.Comparisons between those people and the slaves which Steven’s and Penny’s family had been breeding kept popping up in my mind as I. His actions were a trifle primitive but seemed effective. Cassie began moaning and running her hands through his hair, so he cautiously extended his tongue and began flicking it inside, running it the length of the steamy slit up to her clit, which he would tease gently, then head back the other way. Cassie began thrashing around on the bed as cunt juice began seeping out of her pussy and running down the insides of her thighs. Jim began to lick this up, then pursed his lips together and.