The lightning struck so constantly that the night was transformed into day by the flashes and none within could hear themselves think, let alone hold ... good conversation over the din. Out of that downpour and cacophony road a single stranger, into the inn's coachyard, atop a dripping and bedraggled white steed, whose head was stooped and who clearly wished to be out of the rain this very instant at least as much as their rider. The traveler dismounted, opened the door to the stables, and handed. It was then that I knew that his real reason was to have an excuse to get away and smoke. On many occasions he would say things to provoke an argument, or comment that all public workers were lazy, or ridicule my beliefs. I had come to realize, only recently, that he might have some excuse for his bitterness.His mother had put him in an orphanage as a young boy. She claimed that she could no longer provide for him or his sister. During the Great Depression, her husband had died from. If only you were here, I'd give you plenty to taste. I had a picture in my head of her, fingers buried in her juicy twat. My cock was throbbing, forcing me to slow down if I wanted to last a little longer. >Okay, so you know I love to suck pussy. Do you swallow, or spit? I probed. >SWALLOW! I also love facials, and getting my tits covered in spunk. Just a sec... Need bothh hannds... she clicked. I had a feeling that I knew why she needed both hands. I was alternately stroking and squeezing my. She slowly sat down on top of his hard cock it inserting itself into her tight pussy. She let out a small moan into his mouth as she slid it all the way in.He removes his hands from underneath her shirt and takes it off of her undoing her bra revealing her nice perky breast. He was amazed as he started kissing from her neck slowly down to her breasts and his hands moved slowly to her hips helping her thrust herself on him slowly as she let off small moans of pleasure. He kissed down to her.