I felt her twitch. I said "You are so smooth. You feel real good. Close your eyes. Let me show you how good you can feel." She closed her eyes and I r...bbed her pussy and esp her clit. Then my finger went to her fuck hole and I circled it then went back to her clit. I heard a soft moan from her. I then spread her pussy lips and licked her clit and down to her hole. I saw the muscles to her hole jerk. I went back to her clit and sucked it as my fingers continued to rub her pussy and down to her. This is something I learned from my parents. My friends are constantly telling me that I have the perfect life. I respectfully disagree. When I lived in Brockton, my dwelling was a mansion on Ash Street, in Brockton’s quiet and relatively well-to-do West Side. My parents, Francisco and Helen Saint-Marc bought the house in 2001. I lived there until I graduated from Cardinal Spellman High School in June of 2006. It’s beautiful on the outside and quite lovely on the inside. A two-story,. I popped the catches and as I opened it a voice spoke behind me, ‘I never could bear to throw away any close even though I may never fit in them again, have a look in there and put on anything you fancy and come into the bedroom across the hall when your ready’ and as the door closed, there was one final comment, there are a few things hanging in the wardrobe you want, just don’t come out in anything to masculine’Inside the suite case was panties, knickers, girdles shapewear, bras of all shapes. ”“I don’t care what you do. Do what you want to me. Just don’t stop till I say, okay?”“Okay, Babygirl!” I drive the fingers of both hands in harder and deeper. She yells, lifts her ass up toward me even more, then reaches back and spreads each cheek even further apart, like she’s needing me to drill her even more roughly.My head is spinning. She’s moaning even louder, squeezing the fabric of my jeans, twisting it into balls in her hands, sweat oozing from her pores, the scent of it filling my.