She wore tattered Daisy Dukes cut almost high enough to be mistaken for panties. Her checkered red and white shirt was tied into a knot just below a c...uple of double-D knockers. Blond hair spilled out of a curled cowboy hat tilted back on her head.She looked up from the TV when she heard my footsteps on the creaking, wooden floor."Damn, cowboy," she said in a sweet, Texas drawl. "Looks like you been ridin' a long time." Too long," I said. "Could use a room." You're in luck," she said. "We're. I could still use the heavy tawse instead, if you insist on being difficult? What do you think? Another wise choice Mrs Jackson. Very well - I think we’ll have you bent over the table again. That’s good. Now are you going to behave this time Mrs Jackson? I certainly hope so! I tell you what, just before we begin, why don’t you just slip off that blouse for me? I beg your pardon? You ask far too many questions Mrs Jackson. If you must know, I think you have fabulous tits, and I’d just like to. ." ... would, er, could you, perhaps, get pleasure too? From Mike and me going a bit more realistic? Is it possible that it is as exciting for you as for me?" It is!" I said quietly."Oh... oh, my. That is so very sensuous." She paused a moment, her cheek against my chest. "Oh, my..." I could feel a shiver of excitement run through her body. "You mean it I let him go a little further, you would be excited and thinking about it? You would be hot thinking about what he might be doing to me?" She. "Mmmmmm" she moaned as she looked hungrily at my stiffening dick. She grasped it and immediately shoved it deep into her mouth. While Katie and Reagan gave amazing blowjobs, Erica was not nearly as skilled. She just seemed to want it as deep into her throat as possible. Gagging on it, then stroking it vigorously. Such rough handling of my cock -- I was not used to. But it still was getting me going. I just watched as she hungrily slobbered on it. I caught movement out of the corner of.