Mais ils pass?rent ? c?t? de lui, sans m?me arr?ter leurconversation.- Mais quel abruti, cet Arnaud, quand m?me! Nous l?cher comme ?a, justepour son b...ulot! disait Cyrille- Oui, il aura tout manqu?. M?me cette jolie r?ceptionniste... Vous avezvu le regard qu'elle nous a lanc?? Elle a l'air d'en vouloir, cettepetite salope!"S'ils savaient qui il y a, dans le corps de la petite salope!" sedisait Arnaud. Il ?tait ? la fois rassur? et en m?me temps humili? parles paroles de ses amis. Ils n'avaient. Jill shuddered when she felt the hand rest on her head and pushed back against the increased pressure her grandson was applying to bring her head back forward. She knew what he wanted but her moral instincts would not allow her too, even though she was sorely tempted. “No Ross… no” as she strained to keep her head away from his glistening cock head, a pearl of precum forming at the piss hole. “Suck it gran… suck your grandson’s cock”Jill Bridger’s mind was telling her to stop, rise and walk. "Yes Mistress." I replied."Now that's taken care off, time for you to take care of your other task." She told me hinting towards her little hot vagina. She moved herself up closer towards my face 'til she had it an inch away from my mouth, her beautiful round bum pressing down on my chest, "Get that disgusting tongue out and lick me 'til I cum!" She ordered holding her sweet misty flaps open, pressing herself onto my awaiting tongue.I pleased her really well for a full half hour with my eager. The wide open plain meant that fishing and trade would be their main source of income. It also meant that they would not have a predator problem, as there would be no cover or brush to hide an approach. Knowing that there was no issue in that regard, took a weight off everyone, and the approach to the village was lighthearted and fun.It was a few hours before midday when we made it to the outskirts of the village. The bustle of the fishermen and villagers was a welcome sight after nearly two.