I lay my head back on one of my arms. Relaxing, ready, wanting this. My lubed hand sneaking back under me, glossing over my clit.Your fingers spreadin... lube onto my hole. Massaging it around. Gently pressing against me, one of your fingers slips inside. Slow, gradually deepening, strokes in and out of my ass, as I moan under you.Your mouth begins sucking, licking, nipping at my butt cheek. Leaving hickies on me that I know will delight you as I walk around later. As I begin rocking up, you add. "Will they have a problem with Martha's colour?" No, I've told them. I prefer to say 'mixed-race.' But no. It's not that unusual anymore. I read a survey by someone at Monash that last year 55 per cent of partnered indigenous women were married to or living with non-indigenous partners. I know what you're thinking, but I don't think it'll be a problem."Martha sighed."I understand," I said. "While I was in Darwin, I saw it wasn't about the colour of your skin or your ethnic background, but your. She snapped her fingers and the plant beneath Eva erupted in vines, wrapping themselves around both women suspending them in the air. Meredith locked her lips to Evas and held her close to her warm body, grinding sensually against her lover as the plant made its way to the wet fold of her pussy. Eva felt the vine push into her hole and slide up to the hilt, rocking her body with waves of pleasure as it pulsed and vibrated within her. With a nipple firmly caught between her teeth Meredith moaned. Driving down the highway, they held hands like teenagers, their fingers entwined. Since they had missed their reservations at their favorite restaurant by about two hours, they thought it probably wasn't a good idea to just drop in now. Instead they headed for the Pinetree, a little bar and grill that had great cheeseburgers and cold beer. After they had sat down at one of the highboy tables surrounding the U-shaped bar, a tall, thin beautiful brunette waitress came over to take their order..