Gemma walked to her in the front room. "Wanna join me?"Olivia was just sitting on the couch with books out and looked up and saw her gorgeous room mat..., Gemma Hunter, who looked as though she could be a playboy model with her gorgeous good looks and blonde hair and perfect physique. Not to mention the biggest boobs Olivia had ever seen. They seemed enormous to her small, non existant tits. Olvia felt a strange sensation below her pelvic area. What was it? As she looked more and more at her room. She broke her silence, finally looking up from her chair, her ice blue gaze full of irritation, her frown speaking volumes. I turned away, unable to withstand the look she gave me, only turning back when she spoke.“You broke my rules. Twice in the space of one night.”I nodded, feeling remorse well up inside of me.“What do you have to say for yourself, Ms. Spencer?”“I’m sorry, Mrs. Vandermeer,” I managed, my voice quavering so badly that the words were barely intelligible, knowing that such. I was amazed how soft and smooth her flesh was compared to Andrew’s muscular hairy body. I slid my hand up between her legs from behind to feel her moist vagina lips and her hairy mound and she quivered and gasped with sex pleasure. She repeated other poses from the magazine. She did the splits leaning back on her hands so her breasts swung up and out. She lay back, spread her legs and folded her legs up so her knees were near her shoulders and her vagina gaped wide, and fingered her pussy. I. "Now just lay down here," he said.When Marci was spread out on her tummy, the preacher raised her skirt up and began rubbing the back of her leg."Oh, that's where it hurts," she gasped when his fingers pressed against a muscle up on the inside of her inner thigh."I can feel a knot there," he said. "I think a massage will probably loosen it."Spread out flat on her belly with her head resting on her arms, Marci began relaxing as the minister's strong fingers gently rubbed and massaged the sore.