Being a latina, she had nice mocha colored skin, dark brown hair, and these dark brown, piercing set of eyes. She was always a fiery woman and when y...u looked into those eyes, it seemed like flames would jump out and burn you at any moment. Something about that woman just drove me insane.On her days off, she regularly wore loose fitting t-shirts and tight, spandex shorts. She would walk around the house, tidying up after her five kids, cooking and cleaning and doing laundry. I never. It would have been an extremely pleasant morning hike except the clouds started getting darker. However, the pair was determined to reach their goal so even when a light rain started they pressed on, so close to the end. When they finally reached the canyon it was raining rather hard and they were unable to stand admiring for long before heading for the canyon’s sizable overhang behind its picturesque waterfall. They had no sooner made for the shelter than the sky opened and it absolutely. The nymphet slowly worked her tongue up and down his length while one of her tentacles began to caress his anus. He tried to complain but the others held him down while they explored him. The third nymphet leant down and gripped his chin, forcing his mouth open. Before he had a chance to scream she forced her tentacle tongue down into his throat. He gagged and tried to pull his head away, but she held him firm and drove the tentacle further still until it reached his stomach. While his throat. He just went with her to the couch. “I’ll be right back.” He waited. She uncorked the bottle she already had opened and brought it back, even thought it wasn’t even nine in the morning, along with two empty glasses. “Here we go, sweetheart.” She sat down beside him in that black lace dress of hers. He loved her in it. He knew that. Janelle was neither slim and slender but she was not some pudgy or chubby woman either. She was one fine shaped, mature woman of 30 years old who still, “loved” him,.