I took the soap from the shelf and lathered my hard cock up as I pushed into her pink knot with one soap-lubricated fingertip. I was much bigger than ...y tongue or my finger. She needed to be prepared carefully. I pulled gently around that tight muscle as she relaxed. When I finally eased my cock slowly into her, she let out a long scream of her arousal. She slammed back, impaling me completely inside her and putting pressure on her pussy’s depths. I reached around her body, the waters rushing. Was she an angel like Thomas?Why did Thomas send her instead of coming himself?"Gina arrived just as Beth was putting Martha Anne down for her nap. Theyfixed some refreshments and sat out on the deck. Beth began, "I amguessing you have lots of questions." How do you know about Mike and Thomas, are you an angel like Thomas?" No, I am not an angel. I know about Mike because Thomas informed meabout your prior life as Mike. I know about Thomas because I used to be aguy named Ken and Thomas changed. I could see the man peeing in the mirror, you couldn't miss him. 6'4" probably 270, built like a linebacker. I was washing my hands, when I heard him laughing, and I looked at his face in the mirror. He was laughing at me!You like that, huh?what?You like that nigga dick, don'tcha?I told him I didn't know what he was talking about. But he knew.I saw you looking through that hole- you weren't pissin and your feet gave you away.Look pal, you got me all wrong-I just caught you now staring at it in. The second night was even easier. Guilt had risen in Mr. Reed and, as hearrived home, summoned Violet for a talk. But she was prepared as he stumbledthrough his carefully thought out speech. Her robe dropped to the floor,revealing her attire. She had bought a latex mini dress that clung to herperfect body. She had worn her highest heels, their six inches sculpting herlegs. Mr. Reed was putty as she dropped to her knees in front of him and tookhim into her mouth.For three days Jenny was kept in.