'Steve?' The question in her voice echoed my own.'No, but I am here on his behalf.' I explained.'Ah! That explains why I didn't think it was you.' She...said, her voice now strong and confident. 'I'm Claire.'She saw the puzzlement in my face and went on with a small laugh. 'I'm here on behalf of Mandy.'We talked for a few minutes with me explaining who I was, and truthfully why I was there and not my son. Claire laughingly told me that she was here for almost the same reason; Mandy didn't have. My tongue inches closer and closer to her increasingly wet pussy. She shudders in the window, ass pressed against it, her hands help up to her breast to try and retain her dignity. Her eyes are still closed as I continue my way up. I finally reach that area between her beautiful dancing legs and that hot, tasty pussy. I lick once and stop there. Her head goes down, eyes wide and whines in disappointment. I growl “Aww other people want to see the show” She looks behind her at a couple of drunks. Until she hit the reef. According to the GPS the reef shouldn't have been there, they were supposed to be in deep ocean about 500 miles out off the coast of California on their way to Hawaii, but there it was, plain for everyone to feel, a coral reef, and it had torn the hull of the ship to shreds. There was running, shouting, the crew trying to lower lifeboats into the storm tossed water and watching them be crushed against the ships side by the pounding surf. The Ragamuffin called out a. " What's her name?" I asked, curious about this obviously-luscious but forbidden fruit in the madam's wonderful garden."Henrietta," she said, "but the girls call her Etta. You need not even know that. Take my warning or you shall be banned from my home, useful though you may be."Since that was a most serious threat, I did as I was told, and it was perhaps a week later when the warning next came to my mind. I was sitting on my cot in the cellar late one night, pulling off my boots, when the girl.
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