“That’s it baby, like momma’s pussy.”I began to lick her pussy lips and her hand went to my head. Her fingers massaged my scalp encouragingly ...s I tasted her sweet juices. My tongue began to move, as if it knew where to go and soon I lost myself trying to please the big back woman. I licked her long and slow, my tongue searching for more of her nectar. She moaned loudly and I could feel her thighs begin to shake ever so slightly.“That’s it sugar, you like momma’s sweet black pussy don’t you.”I. Closing in on the grassy open he moved with great care. He tested the wind and redirected his approach so that he went against it. It was luck that he did. When he reached the tree line he suddenly found himself just thirty paces away from a small herd. The buck carried three-pointed antlers and was in his prime. There were seven does and eight or nine fawns in the group, and a young buck was grazing at the fringes, always keeping an eye on the dominant buck.While Pelle watched the small herd. I dont like her voice. Its too husky he said and greedily grabbed the glass of whiskey as the bar tender was still pouring. Thank you Jeremy, you can be slower he said sarcastically and walked between the dancing crowd drinking from his glass like he was all alone and the people wouldnt spill his drink. Hes nuts said the bartender and shook his head as he cleaned the counter with a towel. *** The police cars stopped out of the Jacks bar. The neon sign glowed green on them reading Peacock Tail. “Is that a problem?” he growls evilly. “No,” you admit in a slightly defeated tone, feeling the tingling below, and knowing that he knows full well how much this is affecting you. “That’s the right answer,” you hear the grin in his voice as he trails his hand down to your crotch. You open your legs wider to encourage him and he strokes you over your panties. The feeling of his stroking is muted through the cloth but you are definitely getting wetter. The fabric is saturating with your juices.