Our jean-clad thighs whisked by each other. We didn't talk as we walked like this. I didn't know what to say. My mouth felt dry. It was like I was wal...ing with a cute boy and not wanting to mess things up. I didn't want to say the wrong thing. My stomach writhed with nerves while my pussy burned.She smelled so good. There was this sweet musk around us. I knew that scent. My pussy. But it could be her. Was I smelling my own soaking my panties, or was she just as horny as me? Heat rippled through. ..”“Well, I didn’t. But she was so certain, so honest ... And so damned perfect...”“Yessir ... Like that. Somebody that popped up and said that it’s possible, likely, almost assured.”“You got my baby girl’s first kiss, most likely, Bill.”“I wish it was mine. She’s like that...”“Bill, you’re entering a really odd universe here. It no longer matters what YOU think. It no longer matters what I think. The only thing that matters is what SHE thinks, and may God have mercy on your soul. And on mine,. Perhaps there was nothing that could be done? And perhaps there was no use worrying about things that I couldn’t possibly control? ‘Don’t worry,’ Sean said softly ‘I’m here to make sure that nothing bad happens to you!’ I felt him tensing beside me and looked up to see Elena walking in with a darkly clad, very familiar shape. I stood up and couldn’t really believe what I was seeing. ‘Rose,’ Mary said as she walked up to me ‘what’s happened to you?’ Sean was also standing up, with a confused. From trhis point forward I did all I could to wreck her pussy, show her pussy like none before from that island has ever did not even a stray k** of this type of family. well this wasn't the end as a parting gift my milf and her husband stayed married for three more years and I di her countless ways , times , places and numbers over my largest expectations. my thoughts changed about how to sex and new ideas I played out as my milf and husband for 54 days more had to service 54 men . strangers ..