The woman in the truck never looked at anything around her; she just stared straight ahead.As Henry was getting into the truck I saw the two boxes of ...ynamite close to the cab, "Is that Aaron's dynamite?"Henry shot me a glance that told me to mind my own business, "He don't need it no more."I backed away from the truck. I wanted them to get far away from my house. Henry turned the truck and began to drive toward the county road. He turned left at the county road and began to drive quite fast. Cynthia's sister, on the other hand, was making no pretense as to her excitement. Anthony could see her hand rubbing furiously underneath her skirt as she moaned softly.Anthony had to wonder just what kind of family this was, but turned his attention back to the bed, where Cynthia had since positioned herself on her hands and knees, the ripe cheeks of her ass facing the camera."Is this how you want me?" she asked, her eyes looking directly into the camera lens. "Is this how you imagine me when. By moist, I don’t mean moist like a cake, I mean moist like meat. My cooch is meaty moist, not cakey moist. I bet I’d probably climax on the part that goes up real high at the end of the song…”and the home of the freeeeeeeeeeeee” and I’d cum and collapse onto a mound of loose sweaty joy.” “And the home of the brave” sang Jenny “Just think if Jesus came back and he was wearing glamorous, shiny, yet sheer pantyhose. Pondered Sandra “These pantyhose would have all the standard luxury. She knows she must stand perfectly still, and is not permitted to turn around or speak.I walk behind her without saying a word, and place my small black implement bag on the floor. Then I slowly lift the hem of her dress until it is around her waist. The way the creamy skin of her naked ass contrasts the black dress really turns me on. As I look lower, I can also see her tiny, puckered asshole and blatantly exposed pussy, which is already gaping slightly and shining with her juices.I cup her.