Lisa was slurping and gagging. Paula wanted to rescue her baby.She heard her young voice, “Gruung! give it to me harder.”Going on her knees, Paula...crawled to peek into the room again. Lisa was flipped over on the back. Her tender left breast was in the black man’s mouth. The white adult’s cock was deep in her tight pussy. His hairy balls pressing in her Brazilian waxed lips.The room was filled with the forceful thrusts of the white cock, deep into her pink tight lips. Pushing deep into Lisa,. " Hey, sorry man... , we have our own problems... , you know." Well... , would you know of anyone I might book who might still be available?"Bruce was silent for a moment. "Well, there is an old guy I heard over at the Bob Inn a couple weeks ago. He's just come out again. Used to be a really good player at one time. Don't know if he plays Christmas music or not though." You got his address?" Yeah, hold on, let me check my Blackberry. Yeah, here it is. His name is Jack Thornberry."The old man. She smiled and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. They both took the next several minutes to explore one anothers bodies. Ned used the washcloth to slowly soap Jennifer. He started at her shoulders and worked his way down to her beautiful breasts, washing one slowly, then the other, paying extra attention to her hard pink nipples, his fingers pinching them through the thin material of the cloth. He slowly washed his way further down, over her taught stomach and out to the flare of each of her. Sean played his accordion and I sawed on my fiddle some as everyone else sang along. I spent my nights with sweet Rachael cocooned in blankets under our wagon as Carol slept inside it. We made a curtain of canvas for the sides that gave us our privacy. Rachael and I did not have a relationship of burning passion. We had love between us, but the love I felt for her was not of the intensity that I felt with Mille Silvestry. Fool that I was, I thought Rachael felt the same about me. I found out.