It wuz like they didn't even care he was dead."Another man yelled. "I saw the woman grab some money after the shooting!" Did she get it all?" asked Cr...ss, who knew there was no money lying around anywhere, and knew it was in the pockets of these men, or others who had decided not to stick around."Probly," said the man, whose hand went to touch the front pocket of his pants, unconsciously.Cross didn't care about the money. If the farmer had been cheated, then as far as he was concerned the money. I press my thighs together, working my leg muscles, and as she is finishing I feel a release wash over me. It's the perfect ending, though I don't want it to stop. My hands squeeze her muscular buttocks as she rubs against my face one last time, then she slides down me so she's straddling my hips again."You're just a hungry little slut, aren't you?" she laughs, leaning over to place a quick kiss on my cum-soaked lips. She glances out the side window and then kisses me again, this time much. I hate it when theydo that! I noticed Harriet and my mom both wore gloves and just had to touchme there and they did just that! I felt a little sore and I asked them tostop and they did.Grace used something else and sprayed the area with it and then gentlypatted me dry. She used some cotton and a long tweezers like thing to gentlydry me inside there. Harriet then said, "Rachel, you will have to settle forbed baths for a couple of days."Grace added, "Just think of it as part of your lessons."I. I was somewhat surprised to find she was not 'au naturel' and bushy as I had expected, but kept her pubes short and trimmed. I cupped her pubic mound for a moment, teasing her a little with the anticipation...Using my middle finger, I started massaging her outer lips as slowly as she was tugging me - again, still in a 'comfort' type way... until a quieter moment in the movie soundtrack, when I thrust that middle finger inside her! I heard her take a audible intake of breath - she obviously had.