He watched as her fingers tentatively moved through her obviously wet crease."Uh-uh. You started this. Finish it. I want a psychic suck." Are you sure..." Fuck no! Just do it, dammit!"Invisible hands caressed her inner thighs, and one of them brushed her hand from her pussy just before a mouth-like apparition covered her entire vulva. She groaned quietly with deep passion.His lips and tongue explored her pussy as his sensuous hands caressed her legs and hips. His fingers found the soft skin. His nuts hung down in a huge sack like two coconuts. I was in a complete trance…tunnel vision…as I slid the foreskin back and forth watching that enormous head peeking out, then disappearing again into its tunnel. “You like it, don’t you?” he said. I was too entranced to answer. I just kept slowly moving my hand up and down the length of it. He reached over, and placed his hand on the back of my head. It sent lightning bolts up and down my spine, as I felt him slowly gathering my hair in his. He walked by his dead horse on his way back to the house, his anger boiling over once more as he looked down.Stooping down, he pulled his knife and took the scalp of the man who’d shot his horse. With the scalp hooked over the end of his blade, he stepped out and flung the scalp back on top of the tin roof of the barn. He wiped his blade on the man’s shirt and walked to the back of the house.“What did y’all find?” he asked Moses and Duncan when he came into the bedroom.“We found a room over. He had me pinned on my back. At the same time he removed his suit, pulled his trousers, and his boxers. His erection, which i could eye from an angle, sprang straight out and was throbbing.His fingers fumbled for my blouse hooks as he was losing patience. He ripped them and then my bra, tearing them off my body. His big hands went down to the knot of my sari near my navel. He pinched my stomach with strength and pulled the knot of my petticoat. Finally reaching the band of my bikini briefs…By.