It just got me remembering my departed husband. Hannah and I miss him sometimes more than others.”Water splashed her shirt revealing her nipple thro...gh the material. The little peak disappeared as she walked around me and scrubbed my back. “Don’t think I’d do this for any man. Hannah and I appreciate the occasional meat you bring us. You are as respectful as any white man. Not that there are any civilized folk around here, which is a blessing and a curse.”I do not want to hear about curses, I. As it started printing, she noticed a file on the lower corner of the screen marked "Special". Her biggest fault was curiosity, and she acted on it now, clicking on the folder. Inside were dozens of pictures and videos, each featuring a young red-headed girl similar to herself and an older man. She clicked on the first one, then scrolled to the next. The first several pictures were a series. A girl on her knees with a fat cock touching her lips. The cock inside her mouth, making her cheeks. Coating two of them in your hot juices as I slowly fuck you with my fingers. Curling them inside you, twisting them as they move in and out of you tightly grasping cunt. The hot wet walls grasping at my fingers, your juices running down between your cheeks.You hear how wet your little pussy is as my fingers fuck your delicious little cunt. Arms straining against the silk scarves binding you as I suck and lick and bite your firm breast and hard nipples. Moaning as you imagine how hard and ready. She often imagined she could still feel him removing her shoes and stroking her legs, his fingers walking their way up towards her pussy. Her legs were very sensitive and she had squirmed as his fingers tinkled her shins. “Lie still,” he had told her. How she loved the authoritative way he spoke. She had found a certain inexplicable pleasure there beneath the tress trying to do as he had asked and lie still. His hand had lifted her frock right back until it hung loose around her.