Not to worry though honey as I gently but firmly take both my hands & grab on to your hair. At this same precised moment, I also put the tip of my har... cock right between the lips of your pussy. Mmmm, still warm & dripping with your cum, my cock easily slips in. Going in Balls deep on the very first thrust of my hips.....SLAM!...."Oh my God!"....."Oh my fucking!".....As I continue pounding your pussy, my balls slapping against your ass. I'm now fucking you harder & faster than probably anything. But every time she reached for the glass and took a gulp, I couldn't help but imagine my friend's big black cock right next to her mouth. She was opening her gullet and letting him shove that black cock in, convulse between her lips, and send his white sticky seed into her body. Every time she took a sip of his cum, that was all I could see.The meal finished, my mom offered to finish the dishes, but then she was heading out to meet some friends. I sat with her, her cleavage wobbling in that. ” she mutters. “Great, now I’m talking to myself. Why am I talking to myself?” After a few moments of silence, she frowns. “Well...”Then something catches her eye. She cautiously walks over toward it. “What’s this?” she whispers. Reaching out, the witch grabs the piece of paper flapping in the cool breeze. It is stuck to a nail on the trunk of a small tree. Not recognizing the style of writing, she begins reading it aloud. “Penelope. I may have told you a few lies, but it was all in good faith.. . sweet-reeds had been done yesterday. But it wasn't work ... it was 'game.' Sure, things got taken home, cooked and eaten, but it was fun. The only work was trying to impress the opposite gender. That was work!Everyone shared. For a lesson in patience you couldn't do better than watching the oldest boys go fishing. I guess you could call the little watercraft they used 'log canoes' but not really.They weren't dugouts but they were made by splitting logs into planks, 'steaming' the planks and.