"C'mon, boy," said the sheriff, motioning to the shower with the gun he held in his right hand, "you know the drill." The huge negro's eyes moving bac... and forth between her full, milky breasts and the silky blond hair of her pussy while he unbuttoned his grimy work shirt and tossed it across the room. His pants followed, dropping on top of her dress and panties, still in a heap on the floor. Her eyes widened as she stared at the thick rigid cock thrusting erect from his groin.The sheriff poked. I alternate licking each nipple as she closes her eyes and moans her approval.She pushes my head farther down. I take the cue and slide her pants down just far enough to expose her well trimmed bush. My tongue dances around her clit. With each of her moans I become more and more aroused. My cock is straining in its cage, trying ever so hard to stand erect. Her intoxicatingly sweet aroma pushes me deeper in frustration as my tongue probes her hole. She rhythmically thrusts her hips in time with. For some reason, he thought, that boat just seemed a whole lot bigger sitting here in the water with him in it than it did hanging from the wall in that Mitre 10 store in Hamilton. This was not the same boat as was on display but identical to it. Gemma’s father had purchased seven of the things and given one to Keith with Keith’s own parents chipping in a little bit towards its cost as well.Right now Keith Poata was sitting and waiting for Gemma Greene to arrive and standing along that pebbly. Pausing one last time, he gathered his courage for the final assault. With his heart in his throat and his cock throbbing painfully, he timidly reached out and touched her arm.Her skin was hot and soft. Soft as a baby's skin. He could now smell the clean, fresh fragrance of soap. There was something about the smell that made him feel all warm and happy. The scent must have dredged up some long forgotten memories of his childhood. Maybe he remembered it from the time he used to nurse her big,.