"No, Esther, I'm not going to tell you that, but what I will tell you is that, to a degree, it was your fault, but only to a degree. Please, let me ex...lain. Bill suspected it and I now fully concur. You know, Esther, that my specialty has been alcoholism. Now don't make faces, I'm not going to say that you're an alcoholic. We both know that you're not. But, if you think about it you will realize that your tolerance for anything alcoholic is uniquely low. Much lower than normal."Oh, don't. The farm hand continued stroking up and down, sending strange, heretofore unknown sensations throughout her vagina and asshole, and Missy was moaning in response."Oh, baby. Do you ever have a beautiful cunt. I've never seen a prettier pussy wrapped around my dickhead." He was saying it softly and with genuine appreciation for her sexual beauty.Cunt? Is that what men sometimes called a girl's vagina? Missy could feel her outer lips being pushed out on each side of his wide cock head as he slid. I was rooted to the spot. “Mystery entices you.” I nodded. “Different fascinates you.” I nodded again. “Fear, what does fear do? It makes you wet, doesn’t it? Show me.”I had no self-control. I knew what I was doing but I couldn’t have stopped myself. I touched the crotch of my silk knickers and they were wet, very wet and my finger became wet too. I held it out to her. She took my hand in both of hers and touched the wet finger, gently guided it to her lips and she tasted me. Her hands moved to. I start placing kisses on your thighs until I reach your pussy. It's completely drenched from Jenny's effort and I lap up the remaining juices. You start rubbing the back of my head and moan slightly.I work my way up tracing my tongue around your navel, then lick and suck your nipples, until I reach your neck and ears. You are grinding your crotch on mine as you grab my cheeks and start kissing me. I can feel the heat of your pussy on my cock as I tease you with it. I rub the head up and down.