I pretend like i don't see him, my heart starts beating faster. What should i do? Should i leave? , should i pull my pants up? I decide that I'm going...to let this old guy enjoy himself. If he can get off by watching me then I'm going to give him a show. I pull my pants down further and start to play with my ass,i make it obvious,I shove my hand down there and stick a finger deep, then deeper in my tight hole. Playing with my opening,i lick and bite my lips as i enjoy it more and more, also to. I can feel his eyes on me, roaming over every inch of me, making sure everything was perfect. Unbutton your shirt he commands. I quickly undo my shirt, fumbling over the buttons. He reaches forward and grabs my right nipple. He pinches and rolls it between his fingers. He pulls and twists. He is testing me. I could feel the floodgates open. my pussy juices were rushing out. I let out a slight whimper as he pinches again. Before I could think his hand came around and landed hard on my ass. His. Her shaved creamy pie was like smooth pudding against his lips. This went on for at least thirty minutes, yet time passed quickly between them. Her body moved in rhythm with the thrusts of his finger. She cried out obscenities into the night air. Her nails dug into his back. Swain quickened the pace and intensity, moving in and out of her pussy, tickling her G-spot. Destiny had her hands in her hair, tossing from side to side, moaning, cussing, calling on Jesus. He felt her walls clench. That high-pitched voice always surprised me, coming from such a barrel-chested man. Venerable pointed at Rosie and screamed out, “That Squaw-Whore has no place in Holy Redemption!”Rebecca gasped; Rosie went stiff with shock.Mrs. Chambers asked me, “What do you hear about that Women’s Bible Study group?”She wasn’t a gossiper, Mrs. Chambers. But she was like me, she paid attention, kept track of what was going on in Little River. We were in our Monday morning meeting in her Bighorn office.“Only.