His fingers stopped playing with my breasts; it searched between my legs for the valley.He found the slit, slipped in his finger, searched for the spo.... Without much effort he was already pleasuring me, gently massaging circles around it. The morning cold had slowly given way to the desires within, slowly given way to the tiredness that had taken over me, slowly given way to horniness. I was wet all over again, as wet as I had been just few hours before. The old man gently massaged the inner. Up on the screen came a crystal-clear view of Lucy, feet spread widewith slave 9 on her knees in front of the young white girl?s pussy. ?Sound is perfect, listen,? said Patricia, and she turned up thevolume. ?Oh yes, slut, lick that anus, lickit!? Lucy was saying to her nigger bitch. ?Now my cunt, yes, now my clit ? yes,yes.? Lucy?s voice rang out in the chalet, and then Lauren looked in thecorner of the screen and saw a little information panel. It read ?TC4, Domina Lucy, slave 9.? Impressive.. He worked construction, had his own crew. Gary was tall, thin with white hair that was thining too. His hands were chapped from rough work, his face weathered and tanned from outdoor labor. He wore a small white mustache and his voice seemed too soft for his rough exterior. The most interesting thing about him was his eyes, They were a dark brown, soft and kind. I felt like I could trust him.As the time wore on he kept buying me beer. By last call he offered to take me home, I was in no. The moment passes and the latter wins out. I feel mycock slip along the cleft of her ass as the middle finger of myright hand slides up to the second knuckle into her slipperyvagina. The lovely young woman grips my finger with her vaginalmuscles while she wiggles her ass. Soon, my prick is firmlyentrenched between the lovely, round lobes of her ass. It isquite happy to be there. Her head falls back onto my rightshoulder; mouth open, eyes closed. I begin to slide my finger in and out.