Emily, loving the feeling of Hazels roaming hands, moaned and rubbed Hazels pussy under her nightshirt. Hazel was very wet at this stage, and stopped ...er roaming hands long enough to remove her own nightshirt. Hazel then laid down on the sofa, and gestured at her pussy for Emily to finish off what she had started in the toilets that morning. Emily gladly obliged, licking her way from Hazels breasts to her love canal, and began working on Hazels dripping pussy until she squealed in ecstasy.. Her natural lube was making it easy for my finger to reach every nook of her vagina. My fingers slipped into the small curves of her pussy lips. I could feel wet, sloppy flaps of her vagina. I put my fingers covered with her love juice into my mouth and tasted it. I added extra lube from my mouth and slowly inserted it into her hole. It was still tight enough and there was just enough room for one finger. I started stroking her clitoris while I was inserting my finger in. She moaned in pleasure. Four. Each breath calmed her and helped her focus. She had wanted this, desperately wanted… no needed this for as long as she could remember. And he was, as far as she could tell, everything she had wanted but hadn't known she had and nothing that she feared. She breathed in deeply and willed her inner strength to the fore, pushing back her fears and opening herself to whatever was to come. This was her dream, her desire, her destiny and she would experience it fully without any further. When Melosa and I walked out of the side gate to the fenced enclosure, Pedro Diaz was standing there waiting for me. He gave me a big smile and shook my hand as if he were trying to detach it from my shoulder.“I didn’t know you were a vaquero too, Señor Abogado,” he said.I shrugged and told him the half-assed truth.“I’m not so much one now, Pedro. It seems as if it has been a hundred years since I did that last.”Pedro laughed and said he could tell.“But your horse, she helped you out much, I.