I feared I had somehow offended her. That is, until she stiffened her tongue and propelled it deep into me. Fuck! I moaned as it slithered deeper and ...eeper into my soaking-wet pussy. The mare barely had time to begin what would prove to be one of the most intense tongue-fucking sessions of my life before I felt a powerful orgasm grow within me. Im gonna&hellip, I began, but the final word died in my throat when my pussy began to convulse. My back now arched, I began moaning at the top of my. I'll show you that later. It's so convenient in the morning and at night too. It also goes downstairs. These old houses all have basements and I have fixed up part of mine as a TV room. I think TV in the room when you have guest, as with you now, kills the natural intercourse between people."Anyway, most of the homes have tunnels in the basements running toward the back, Some of the tunnels even run as far as the river. I think they were used during the War of Northern Aggression for escaping. Then I was very pleased when she moved my fingers up to her asshole and rubbed them around. I got the idea so I pushed three fingers back into her pussy then used the slick pussy juice coated fingers to push into her asshole. While I was finger fucking her ass I pushed my cock into her hot velvet like pussy. Damn it felt goodWhen my cock was coated with her juice I slipped it out of her pussy and place the head up to her asshole. Rose moaned and pushed back against my cock. I heard Hanna. The need for conversation seems to be gone as our lips take over, moving with each other’s in a sensual dance. As she brings her body above me, I can feel her tongue begin to lightly play with my own. It’s as if we both needed this— to come together intimately and romantically after the day we had. Right now, nothing feels rushed as we continue to let our mouths do the communicating.Once her tongue slides all the way inside my mouth though, I let out a moan and can feel myself begin to get wet..