She took my hand out of her skirt and put it on her neck. As I slid down my hand there was no shirt. My hand went kept on going down until I met her c...eavage.Further down and I had her boobs in my hand! And they felt absolutely wowww!, so soft and spongy. She looked up at me and smiled and then licked my cock. She said its salty but I like it. She again licked it and teased me.I was pressing her boobs and she was licking my cock and then took it in her mouth and started sucking it. It didn’t. Shit, that damned pistol was heavy, but not as heavy at that shotgun what Ma favored. It was a muzzle-loading flintlock, too, but I was right proud of it, since it could kill most anythin' I was likely ta shoot at. The schoolteacher made me leave it at the door. I think that he was afraid I might think ill of him an' fergit myself.Well, it was 1859 and the secession and slavery questions was rattlin' around and about the countryside. My Pa did not pay much mind ta that kind of talk. He always. I start to tidy etc and after ten mins I can hear a phone, so I go and answer it and its paul calling his mobile from my other mates phone. Of course I thought. Now he has an excuse to come back. So a bit later he comes back. As soon as hear him knock my dick got hard. He came in and we went to my room. Whilst I poured another drink for us he stood up and pulled the curtain. I was so nervous and had no idea why. He took the drink and we chatted and smoked and drank. Then we started rubbing and. Genealogy, one of her hobbies...I hardly notice that I have an erection, although I press my hand around the shaft of my stiff cock...My cock twitches rather, wants to get more, get released… My thoughts are with this firm breasts under the thin silk blouse, with this belt and his secret...I'm starting to imagine this shame, this byzantine pussy, this hot slit, from where the tip of the clitoris protrudes... that glistening moisture between the lips of her sex... as I explore with my tongue....