"Now, let's see those panties and pussy lips."Ted sat me on the edge of the bed again and pulled my panties down enough to see the dried pool of cum o... the fabric of the crotch. Kneeling between my legs, he spread my pussy lips and was satisfied with the few flakes of dried cum he found. Standing back up he began unfastening his pants."Whoa! Hey! This wasn't a part of the deal," I protested. When I tried to rise off the bed Ted pushed me back down and then rolled me onto my stomach. Pinning me. I'd call the series the Miracle of New Life, and that series, I believed, could cap the Aspects of Alana series and become the new pinnacle for me to reach for and possibly exceed with my work. The next series, the Madonna and Child series, could do that.I need three more years minimum, Hector. Do you hear me?Nothing. No response.Back at the house, instead of retiring for the night, I suggested a walk to our new home site."Okay," Alana said. "I'll change my shoes." No, we'll be careful. There's. He smelled the panties. Just the smell of soap. He pulled them down and bowed his head backwards. Oh, there it was! He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the delicious scents of Gypsy’s girly piss pussy. Why had he forgotten about this girl and started his excursion among other peeing girls? ‘It was not nice of me to gag him, but the truth is that Al does not know much about what it’s like to perform on stage,’ said Gypsy to Rhonda. ‘Blmf’ was the sound that came out from under Gypsy’s. She was so caught up in sensation, she didn’t notice that Olivia had subtly moved her legs further apart on the massage table. Her oiled hands slipped between Lydia’s thighs, just barely caressing her labia. Up and down, up and down; the sides of Olivia’s hands brushed against Lydia’s pussy. Lydia was panting now, her body arched like a bow and covered in a light sheen of sweat. “Relax, Lydia,” Olivia murmured the words softly as she pushed her hands against the trembling woman just a little.