“I do not understand,” the young teen said nervously.“You will in time,” her foster-mother said, as she leaned down and kissed Barbra on the l...ps again.This time the young teen allowed Darlene Baxter to kiss her, but she did not kiss her back. She had only been kissed by a couple of boys her own age. When her foster-mother leaned back from kissing Barbra, she got her by the hands and pulled her to her feet. The teen’s breasts were still fully exposed as her foster-mother slid the pajama shirt. Twice more I had cum to the simple feel of him fucking me, to his amazement and envy. I would have called myself by then a born bottom if I didn't love fucking him so much too. Even now, though my eyes were closed and my face turned away, I knew that his eyes were slits of desire and I knew the expression he wore, his mouth slightly open and his lip twisted at one corner. He paused as his cock slid home, and then began to fuck me in long, slow, delicious strokes. His hand matched the tempo of. If you wouldn’t mind?Mrs Jones: Certainly Vicar.Mrs Jones stand up, turns around with her bum towards the Vicar and bends over to slowly take her knickers down pausing briefly with her knickers round her knees allowing the Vicar to focus briefly on her fanny from behind. Then she straightens up and turns round to face the Vicar dangling her knickers in front of him.Vicar: Why thank you my dear. Nothing gives me more pleasure than watching a parish lady taking her knickers down. All part of the. “Pay up whitey or you, me, and Mr. Smith & Wesson .38 are gonna have us a hell of a loud conversation!”As he spoke, that skinny black fella pulled up his shirt revealing a gleaming revolver. Well hell, I didn’t serve three tours as an MP in ’Nam for nothing! My body was well-tuned, hard as a rock, and strong as a bull. I placed one of my hands against that fella’s chest and shoved with the force uncoiling spring-steel. At the same time, my other hand lifted the revolver from his exposed.