Joan pulled out a condom and rolled it on. He strained to reach her to kiss her, his crotch sopping wet.Joan decided to tease him further, putting the...tip of her penis on Clay's pink pussy lips, and only lightly gliding it back and forth. Clay wrapped his legs around her hips, and begged Joan to fuck him. Joan knew entry was delicious as a receiver, so she prolonged the agony. Joan put the head of her penis just at the opening to Clay's vagina, and pushed slightly so just the head entered.. I moved my tongue on to her clit & flicked & licked at it. She was so wet now that I touched her slit with my long finger. I ran it around the entrance to her beautiful soft, shaved pussy. She must have felt pleasure shooting up inside her as she opened her legs a little wider. My tongue was slowing working on her clit as my left index finger barely entered her but continued to circle her wet opening. I could feel her juices running out of her cunt and with my right little finger, I rubbed down. "Our families never owned slaves, Richard," his mother attempted to counter earlier statement. "We were never part of that." Well, there's more than one way to benefit from slavery, even if not directly. There's been all sorts of indirect benefits to whites that actually opposed slavery. The entire culture was benefiting from slavery, even in the North before the Civil War began. Did you realize that?"His mother didn't say anything for a moment. Then she said: "So, what you want to do is. Still, it just didn't make sense to me because I had done my little raid on the church years ago. I hadn't had any contact since then. I stopped and sat down on the porch to work this out in my own mind.Thinking about it from that angle, everything that had happened didn't make any sense to me at all. Why did the church come after me after all these years? What were they looking for in our files, and why, after all this time, were they pushing so much? There had to be a reason, and for the life.