And when she gasped again and glanced at him quickly before returning her gaze to the again-rutting horses, began rubbing her there. Probing with fin...ers and kneading between nether lips and he smelled her then; smelled the smell of a woman in heat. The sticky-sweet of musk and want and he heard her gasp as he pulled the panty-leg to one side and she felt his fingers on and between her exposed flesh for the first time. He looked again. She was beautiful. Fatly swollen lips gaping open in lust. Bye."I drove. Cindy was on the phone with her step-dad giving him what little we knew, which was darned sketchy. She was stowing her phone when I pulled into the parking lot at the hospital emergency room.We introduced ourselves at the desk as Susan's sisters and got access back into the emergency room. There were two policemen with her. One of them was familiar. He was part of the investigation of the robbery at the Desai restaurant."Officer Canfield, isn't it?" I said.He turned. Susan. She seemed to know exactly what to do. That was the most delightful, most alarming part of it all. Once she started sucking cunt, she acted as if she'd been doing it all of her twenty-five years, as if she lived for nothing but the taste of pussy, the feel of a hard wiggly clit shivering beneath her lapping tongue!And she seemed to know that it was time to suck hard at that tingly clit while she stuffed Kate's pussy full of her driving fingers. Yes! The moan of response told her she was doing. "Samantha got about a nickel sized pool of oil on her palm and started rubbing it into her chest, but it didn't go far with as much flesh as she had to coat. She kept putting a little oil in her hands, then lubing up a little more of her rack. "Let me practice. Hi Grandma. I'm making this video so you'll know how much I like the present you got me in Mexico. I'm rubbing baby oil into my watermelons so that they'll stay nice and soft." That was actually pretty good." Samantha's mother commented..