I looked through the peep hole and saw that it was - indeed - Chris. She wore a tattered sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off and the neck cut into a d...ep V. It was apparent she wore no bra. She also sported a pair of lounging pants that didn't even come close to matching the top. She was dressed to be comfortable.I welcomed her in and told her to make herself comfortable. The room had a queen bed, two side chairs, and an overstuffed recliner. She sat at the foot end of the bed. I asked if she'd. I put one hand against a wall to support myself as my other hand found its way to the inside of my panties. I could feel the heat and dampness. I rubbed my clit, running my fingers over my swollen pussy lips. I dipped a finger into my pussy and found it wet and silky. My hips moved forward as if on their own, enclosing my finger in the depths of my pussy. My pussy squeezing my fingers, wishing they were a cock instead. All that was running through my mind at this point I was, “Kev, please. Johnnie lifted his legs up and parted them, and began to lick around the rim of his asshole. He wet a finger in his mouth, then slid its tip into Pony’s ass. Pony tensed up at the unfamiliar intrusion. -Relax, said Johnnie. I’m gonna take you to heaven and back, baby! Pony took a deep breath and tried to relax. Johnnie moved his finger in and out of Pony’s ass, all the time licking the rim. As he fingered Pony’s G-spot, Pony started to moan and shake his head from side to side. Johnnie noticed. .. For many years she had seen her father as her symbol of disgrace for putting her life in misery ... She hated her father ... but why... ? Was it because he had caused her to endure the slavery? But she was just like him ... Her skills ... her attitude ... her eyes ... She could remember his charming eyes that had always soothed her when she was only a little girl ... That warm and loving gaze she had always received from him ... The care and love he had given her when she was small was the.