A rustic tiled stove stood to the left of the entry door and beyond that, another door led to a small storeroom. At the center of the room was situate... a worn wooden table flanked by two mismatched chairs. Tucked into the southeast corner of the room was a solid wooden bedstead. A tall linen press stood to the right of the bedstead, and a rugged ladder stood against the wall beside it so that one might climb to the loft. Crocks, baskets, and pots were tucked in every corner and on every shelf.. I contacted Sally one day in August before she was to head off to college on the other side of the country.I told her that there was more to learn and I wanted to send her off to college with one final lesson.Sally eagerly agreed to meet me again for final lesson, although she was curious about what it could be.I told her she would just have to wait and see. I wanted her to be curious as well letting the anticipation build up.Sally met me at the same motel in the a town nearby. She looked so. . he loved the way she tasted and the way she let him finger her pussy faster and faster... she was getting close and wanted to cum... he was going to make her cum... he knew she was getting close and stopped... she took a long deep breath and laughed... and asked why he stopped... before he could answer her she knew what he wanted... he wanted her to taste him too... she couldn't help but oblige his desire... she put him on his back and staddled his face with her dripping wet pussy, she. Solaman raised his right hand and motioned to stop, “Please spare me the history lesson. Why don’t you just tell me all about it. “ “All right, where would you like me to start? “, Jane asked. “Well, for one thing, who are you? I mean you are not just some floozy from the wrong side of town. That’s apparent. You would have to be a blind man to miss that. “, Bob inquired. “Well O K I’m Jane Sandherst. My father is Chester Sandherst of Sandherst Industries. My father is one of the wealthiest men.