As he worked her nipples over with every bit of the skill he had gained over the years however, his other hand returned to it's home between her legs,...this time not settling for a spot on the thigh but actually closing over her crotch.The teenager let out a cry of passion as her father took possession of her most intimate area, her back arching.* * *Once again, Kristen showed patience, this time by not going straight for her mother's cunt.For one thing, she had taken the time to shift position. I hope you brought the bank draft with you." Oh, yes, I most certainly did. May I read the contract before I sign it?" Of course, of course. Here it is. Please take your time. Feel free to ask any questions as you read through it." Harold Fortesque" read the contract which purported to award him a 40% interest in the profits from the run of the ship Columbine to Shanghai, China, and back. The cargo going out was finished wood planks and tea on the return trip. There was a guarantee of a minimum. ’ ‘Mind complications?’ ‘Yeah, their inability to always think in a straight line.’ ‘Rationally?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Devoid of passion like men?’ ‘Well that’s going a little deep.’ Louise thought control his mind and she’d get out of this safely. ‘Can I show you our range of panties?’ ‘Okay if that will give you a thrill.’ What the hell did that mean? They walked to the lingerie section. ‘These little fellows are cute.’ ‘They’re thongs.’ He said oh really and said he’d never seen a woman in one of those. She tried different strokes and angles and listened to Sally’s sounds, paying attention to Sally’s feelings, and with kisses, nibbles, and words expressing love and contentment she teased, tickled, and thanked Sally for sharing her vagina that was freely flowing. A rivulet trickled between her buttocks. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Jo repeated in a rhythm set to the tempo of her fucking Sally. Sally was in heaven—a nirvana of no consciousness—a realm of joy and abandon she wanted to stay.