I listen to your ragged breath, hear it catch. So very close, little one. My fingers followed the path of your juices, those my lips have not already ...aptured, as they trickle down between your legs. I collect them on my fingers, and now you can feel me begin to massage them into the wrinkled skin rimming your cute, tightly puckered little ass. I let you feel the pressure of my fingers as I continue to lubricate you, let it build, let you yield, until one, then two insistent fingers push their. Just then the rain started and it beat down hard on the roof of the van and sounded as though it would come right through. Bang! Crash! A clap of thunder sounded, which seemed to be right above us. On hearing this I suddenly felt Jane up tight against me, with her right breast pressing against my chest, her whole body shaking like a leaf and she was gibbering again in what language I do not know.Now feeling a warm female body against mine was surely putting a strain on my will-power, but this. Two, beautifully sleek legs wrapped in black tights started to ascend the steep and tall mountain. A perfectly shaped ass swayed inside those very tight pants.Her name was Gina Johnson. She is known the world over for her title victories in martial art competitions. Gina is at the top of her game, leaving her challengers forever scarred, emotionally and physically.Unfortunately, all her accomplishments go unnoticed by her rabid fans. Gina is very beautiful, large breasted woman. Large then the. “Addison, he is dead.”Ed knew death only in the abstract of production parameters and entertainment value. This, this was not that.“I’m sorry, Wilbur. What happened?”Ed’s tone caused Wilbur to pause a bit. He’d expected different, a side of himself, a side he did not care for believed Ed would slough it off with jocularity about a “vinegar puss.”“He was sitting with Kay, Ed, and fell over on the couch. He’s gone. He’s just gone. Carol is with Kay, Ed, they’re crying.”“I have an idea,.