This is another of my favorite ways to fuck ... Now that I think about it, I like all ways of fucking.” Said Candy.Susan stroked her pussy thinking ...f all the cock her tiny daughter was about to have. She watched as her little darling got ready to be a whore again. first a short catholic school girl skirt, no panties. a small see-through blouse tied below her tiny tits and tennis shoes. after putting her hair in two ponytails she looked like a sexy little girl, not the seasoned slut that Susan. She pushed me back to the bed and then settled down between my legs to give me the best blow job ever. She was talented. Her mouth opened in a perfect O to take my cock in. Her tongue seemed to have a life of its own. She licked my cock from top to bottom and then my balls. Her hands were always busy holding my balls and my cock and playing with them. I can hold out for a long time, but this creature was driving me nuts. I caught hold of her lovely long black hair and began to use her mouth as. She had unbraided her hair and let it flow down like her sister, the fire lighting up her red locks magnificently as he prepared to take her as he had done two nights ago. His hands move over her firm, soft and large breasts, as large as a tavern wench's and filled with milk to feed the babies he would put in her. He would breed her with a bastard brat this night and many others after when she gave birth, put her hips and Tully fertility to good use. As for that piece of shit "Sweet Robin", the. I was just finishing graduate school at Boston University and had to have a topic for my dissertation. I had several poetry courses, you know, the eighteenth-century classical poets, the Romantics, I did a great paper on Blake by the way, and Keats, you would have loved my paper on Keats, ‘heard melodies are sweet but those unheard are sweeter’ I love that line. And then I was studying Twentieth Century poets, Frost, Eliot, Pound, Wallace Stevens, a bunch of others. I had never heard of you.