Her hands clapped the back of my head.“Don’t. Tease. Me. LICK!”So I licked, savored, hoping that she was getting pleasure like I was. She starte... shaking, her hips thrusting up against my tongue.“Yessssss,” she hissed. “Right THERE!”‘Right there’ got me rewarded with more of the juice I craved, then her hands grasped the back of my head, holding me in place as she shook, breath ragged, hissing, then “Rrrrgghhhh! Yesssss! Unggghhhh!” and she spasmed, then fell back, relaxed.“Come up here,. If I had a remote chance? I'd tear that teenage pussy up. I'd probably drop a gallon in her if given the chance." I started laughing hilariously. That was the funniest fucking thing I'd heard in forever. I had ref friends say stuff, and I've had friends talk to me about things like that, but I barely knew this guy. And he just unloaded that comment. But Christ, he was right. I could not stop staring at her ass as she walked off and went back to her teammates. The game resumed about fifteen. I arrived at Alice's flat which was in a slightly more run down area of town than Irene's, or indeed Joanna's house, although I'd never been, nor ever expected to be invited to Joanna's. Alice met me at the door and let me in dressed in what appeared to be a really old fashioned housecoat.Alice was the same height as Joanna, though slightly slimmer in body shape, with the one distinction in that her breasts were definitely bigger. A lovely 34" 24" 34" figure and perhaps a D cup, altogether a. ===================The naked beauty pushed the bar of the waterwheel as hard as she could but still the lash of the camelwhip fell acrsoss her back.Christine Jones sweated in the torrid desert sun as she labored as an a****l as ordered by sheikOmar.At noon the sheik rode by on his horse accompanied by his mistress , Farah.Farah looked down on the chained blonde as she labored under the lash of the slavedriver and said :« Shiek Omar, I need a small a****l to turn the treadmill which powers my.