She leaned against him more, her breath quickening.“You're easy,” he laughed, pulling her off the trail into the woods.“Am not,” she quipped, ...ressing herself up against him and wiggling her hips.He pushed her up against the trunk of a broad tree. The rough bark dug into the bare flesh of her back and shoulders, as he moved his mouth over hers, kissing her lustfully.“I think you're easy,” she giggled, running her hand over the front of his shorts and stroking his already hardening member. He was going to America to make a better life for us. My mother spent most of her time in her bedroom. She took his death hard. I was only 11 and don’t remember much about him. But watching my mother fall apart like that saddened me deeply. The only comfort I found was in a young man, a couple of years older than me. He moved here to France from England a few years ago. His name was James. (Medium blond hair, slim physic, very handsome). He would help me take care of my mother. We had made love. It was Margaret's turn to say Wow! And she stood and waited as Karenwalked over to her with the dildo sticking out pretty far. Margaret huggedKaren tightly anyway and felt the rubber penis between them as they kissedpassionately. Margaret could tell Karen was enjoying the pleasures of thepenis sticking out from inside her, bending it up a little gave her morepleasure than she'd experienced from the thing when she played with it byherself.Karen was wearing a leather vest that held her breasts in. I brushed the cream on top of her pussy which made her give sound sweeter with a rhythm like “aaaaah hhhmm” I took the razor and shaved the entire area without wasting much time I poured the water and made the spot look gorgeous. I could see her enjoying the moment with closed eyes and wide open leg I approached the spot with my tongue to add more sweetness to the occasion.I placed one hand on her melon to squeeze it and other to take balance of the position. My tongue was playing with her.