As a fingertip lightly parted her lower lips, she recalled that only once had she allowed a boyfriend to touch her there. The strange sensation it had...caused frightened her enough to make him stop.She was in no position to make this man leave her alone, she couldn't fight him, pleading with him was useless. She didn't know that the exquisitely sensitive bud his searching finger touched was called a clitorus. She realized though that was what he was searching for when he felt her jump, and. I looked down after a minute or two as the tightness eased up and using both hands I pried her off of my cock. To my shock, for the first time in probably 20 years I was ready for a second round without ever really having any recovery time! I can remember thinking, “I’ll be damned if I am wasting this!!!” I reached down and pulled Kim up to her feet and we kissed. The taste of my own cock on her mouth was erotic and when she brought her hand that had been between her thighs up and stuffed. The road we were on wasn't too bad though, so we had been making good time.It was nearly noon when we came on to an ordinary. There were a few houses around it, but I don't know if they even called themselves a town. We stopped and watered the horses and mules, then something hit me, so I went to talk with Andy."Andy, I think Sam and Cassie and I are going to stop here at the ordinary for lunch. Why don't you guys go on out of town a couple of miles and stop and have lunch and wait for us?"Andy. ”Mrs. Toliver, a former housemaid, had prepared fried chicken, beef liver & onions, tater tots, green bean casserole, yams, corn on the cob, and pinto beans. “This is quite a collection of food,” Nathan admired.“They’re all Carsandra’s favorites,” the white-haired woman’s eyes welled.“Thank you, Mrs. Toliver,” the girl said.“I think it’s okay for you to call us mom and dad now,” Mr. Toliver shared.“Great! Thanks, momma,” Carsandra beamed.“You’re welcome, baby,” the hostess took a seat.The food.