The door of the small farmhouse was answered by a young, black woman. She raised an eyebrow, and I asked if her mistress was at home. Silently, she le... me in and then vanished. From the back room appeared, as described, a very pretty woman in her mid-twenties, a young matron. Her dark blonde hair was tied back with a wide, blue ribbon that was about the color of her eyes. She had a small, upturned nose; high cheek bones; a soft, pink mouth; firm, rounded chin, and bright, blue eyes under dark,. I pushed my finger deep into her and pressed up and forward, rubbing her sensitive insides. Her legs collapsed from under her and I had to guide her to knees on the floor. She sat legs parted wide leaning backwards into me. “oh god don’t stop!” “Do you like this then?” I whispered into her ear loud enough for the kneeling weeping guard to hear. “ oh god yes I’m cumming” she almost screamed.The guard was weeping on the floor as he watched me slipping my fingers into her, her juices flowing over. But he didn't try. Instead he pulled his hard cock out and pushed it into my face. I gave him head until he came in my mouth. I had just sucked him off when we came back into the house. That was when I learned I loved giving head. I wish you had insisted I do that to you."Carol had been stroking Bob's hard throbbing cock and now she said,"I need you to make love to me baby. I need you to tell me you are glad about Joe and me. Talk to me nasty... about Joe and me... while you fuck me.... Slowly I worked my pelvis back and forth until I felt the tip slip between the entry way. I felt the smooth sleek neck easing in and out of the opening as I raised and lowered my hips. Each thrust lowered my lips further down the expanding neck as I looked onto the big screen. I saw myself riding the bottle, my lips hugging it tight as the thickness penetrated my narrow inlet, driving me wild. "I want to cum again" I screamed out as my hips were rocking my pussy against the bottle neck lodged.