He drove a big Cadillac with a big bench front seat. As we were driving, he told me I was a very pretty girl and he was curious as to why I would to ...ork at this place. I told him that I heard from my father that it was a good company with good benefits. I was trying my best to sound “adult”. I just knew it beat working at the supermarket. Most of the time, I had very little to do. There was more small talk before we reached the restaurant. It was an expensive Italian place. Even though. I guess you can only stay depressed for so long, even in a terrible situation."I'm well, thank you, honey. Come in. Remember the rules..."I was not even through the door good when I pulled my sweater over my head and started undoing the buttons of my blouse."Here, let me help you with that," Mrs. Reynolds said considerately, after she shut the door. She took my sweater and put it on the table in the foyer. She would have helped unbutton my blouse, but I had it off before she got the chance. I. She was quite the attractive woman.The land had been in John’s family for more than ahundred years. It was a tradition that every fouryears we would meet at a family home for our specialThanksgiving dinner. This was the sixth time that Icame for the Thanksgiving feast. We meet about two orthree weeks before Thanksgiving and order that we mayhave the traditional hunt. This was the second time I was actually allowed tojoin in the hunt. We would pick a town or village thatwas at least 200. Karen?" "What do you have in mind?" "I want to lick you," and begand to lick her knob... the first pussy I ever ate and did it feel good; but what felt better was what it was doi ng to her.. She twisted, and turned, arched her back, cried out, Yes. Oh it feels good, Oh, bit it harder...yes!! harder!! finger fuck me, please.. yes..put your tongue in me..OOOOoooooooOOOOOOoooo... You've loved a woman before you naughty man... you eat pussy so good... bite it, lick it I am just about there..harder.