I loved it when she shaved down there, and I mean shaves everything. It was smooth, clean, wet and tasted so good. I licked her cross eyed. She was no... used to being licked, until I came along. Then she had no choice. Soon, and in my opinion to quickly, minni came again. I was rock hard and ready to be inside of her, inside anything that she was going to give me.We rolled into the far aft area of the vehicle. My pants went down and her skirt stayed up. We were in the spoon position. My hard. "Got one more chore for you," Elwood said as he started writing in the journal. "I'd like you to take this message I'm writing to Marshal John Tillman in Prescott, you can read it first." When he finished writing Elwood added, "I wrote down my thoughts in that journal, wrote every time I had to face a man or when something important happened. Guess you could say it's a history of my life. Give the journal to my wife if you please."Luke took the journal and the note from the old man. "Reckon I'd. ”

I inched forward towards his crotch, and reached out to stroke the bulge in his pants. He impatiently lifted his backside off the seat and shucked his trousers and pants down around his thighs, and roughly grabbing hold of my head, pulling it down to his swollen prick. His cock was long, thick and when I pulled the foreskin back to use my tongue on the head, it tasted musky – unwashed and slightly unpleasant. Not again I thought as he held my bunches tightly, grunting, and pulled at them,. I was almost running by the time I got to the guestroom. Sure enough, Jill was passed out on the bed, like my wife she too was also just wearing a pair of panties… a satin black thong!By the time I had crossed the six feet to the bed I was tearing off my clothes. Jill wouldn’t be the wild woman that Robert talked about, but I was about to slide my cock into that pussy of hers. I spread Jill’s legs wide, then pulled her panties to the side, and looked at her gaping cunt hole. She was clean.