“Put your finger in my pussy,” she pleaded. I ignored her and slowly brushed my fingers over and along her inner thighs, around her slit and alon... the crack in her ass. I ran one finger along her pussy lips, eliciting a body jerk and a loud, guttural groan. I continued to lightly touch her outer lips, teasing her. Her moans grew louder. She watched my fingers with anticipation. “Put your fingers in me. Please”. “When I’m ready,” I told her. She threw her head back in frustration, but was. “Thank you,” said Erica.Erica’s mind was too jumbled up to be able to make any real assessment about what was happening to her. Life seemed to have been flashing by like a locomotive, while she stood three feet from the tracks. The wind of life’s passage had been swirling around her. Her new sexual urges were like a dust storm in which all she could see was what was right in front of her face. And what was right in front of her face was Bobby.Had she been able to think about things calmly, she. Which causes Annie to replace her warm hand with her warm and wet mouth. I was in heaven, I pulled the blankets off and watched her bob her head up and down. I felt her tongue, explore my dick and it felt damn good. Ohhhhh Annie! Suck it harder Annie! I moan. I could feel myself reaching my climax. By now my ear buds are off and the ipad is left somewhere unnoticed. Im cumming! I whisper as low as I can. She reaches her arms around my back and shoves my dick further in her mouth as I start to. He would laugh jovially to see her shiver, but she failed to see the joke.But she dined well, had plenty of excellent musicians to play the latest songs to her and life soon began to get pretty good. The Queen continued to sink into the grave, although with tiresome slowness. When she was Queen herself, Paula would nag her new husband into letting her wear the fine clothes all the other Ladies seemed to be covered with and she would personally choose a pretty parlour maid to be the King's nude.