Feel Brutus feel how hot and wet the succulent folds of my silky pussy lips are. Yes I loudly sighed when his finger slid between my enflamed warm cun... lips. I squirmed and sighed when his finger penetrated my sopping wet hole.Like this mother? Did father kiss you too as he put his finger into you? Yes, yes Brutus, your father tenderly kissed my lips and bit and sucked at my neck and my shoulders. He’d take my nipples between his teeth and slowly bite down until I moaned with passion at the. Have a double handfull at hand.Two, pencil-sized twigs. Have ready a good thick handfull.Three, small split branches the thickness of your finger. The amount you want depends on the weather. I try for eight to twelve when it's nasty.Four, split logs the size of your wrist or larger.Ready four to eight pieces to burn while you break up more wood, unless you have to go a ways to chase it down.Drag your branches and such close to your camp. How many? My rule is to work until I can't see. . don’t stop.” I didn’t intend to. I continued to lick at her until the tremors subsided and she calmed, moving her leg off of my shoulder. I stood up and kissed her, her arms came up and wrapped themselves around my neck as I held her ass, the kiss was intense. I stroked her ass, and kissed her again. “There is more where that came from,” I said as I dipped my face to her right nipple, licking it, and then sucking it to a new hardness. “Take out my cock” She faltered, but I went to the other. Shawn. Tall, dark, and handsome, as the cliche goes. Very dark. Muscular, too. You've had a crush on him ever since he helped you carry your science project up the stairs. He was so considerate. Even if he was trying to impress the hot cheerleader he was with. You can barely stop staring at him in class. But you're not in his social circle and hardly ever got a chance to talk to him. Until recently, that is. He may be the star football player but his academic record is a different story. He.