And she looked...if not beautiful, then at leastradiantly happy...I almost didn't recognize myself.The portrait was taken on the day that I wound up p...oposing to Lisa. Shehad volunteered to be one of three dozen girls who would march in theannual Heritage Day Parade dressed in the full antebellum finery of atraditional Southern Belle, and I had been excited, perhaps too excited,about the opportunity to see her in full costume. As it had turned out,however, only thirty-five young ladies were. "Slut," she whispered, ever so quietly, not sure if she meant herself or Connie. Inside the bedroom, Connie was working the boy's cock in and out of her wide-stretch mouth, still unable to take the whole thing. Yet, it didn't seem to matter to Damian, who was holding her breasts and pinching her nipples while she held his hips to better facilitate the face-fucking she was getting. "Mrs. Bustle," Damian moaned. "I'm gonna cum...I'm cumming!" The sound of her son screaming for release was all. ? Amber just told him to trust herand enjoy it.? And besides, at thispoint, he didn?t have a lot of choice.?John was a bit concerned but figured he might as well play along andjust try to have fun.? After all, he hadtold her that he was adventurous, and that was true. Amber pulled out a bull plug that looked bigger than mediumto John, but she lubed it up, pushed his face down to the bed while he wasstill on his knees, and he felt it against his asshole.? She told him to relax, as she worked. My lips are covering every inch of you and finally I get to my favorite spot. Your hot spot. Your butterfly. I cover your pussy lips with my lips and take in the entire feeling. The sweet smell. The taste of your juices that tastes like nothing else I have tasted. My tongue starts exploring and I can feel your clit erected and hard. It's like a small penis that is excited beyond its capacity. As I kiss it and play around with my tongue I notice how excited you really are. I crawl up to your.