I’m Rebecca. Mr. Carter told me I’d find you here.”“Yes, Nathaniel has graciously offered me the use of his home the the night. He won't be ba...k until tomorrow, so we won't be disturbed.”The few candles in the room and a low fire burning in the hearth provided only enough light for Becca to make out the slim figure of woman sitting at a desk under a window on the far side of the room. By the deeper timbre of her voice, Becca guessed she was in her forties. Her silhouette, partially obscured by. ‘Did I say stop?’ Appleby responded by reaching up and puling one of her legs over his shoulder. Carmella lazily curled her foot around his neck and jerked his hair again. He obediently worked his stiff and slippery tongue inside her and then began to thrust back and forward like a little cock. With each jerk of his head and pump of her hips, she could feel his morning stubble scrape across her skin. The Columbian beauty moaned again. ‘Oh yes…’ Today was going to be such a good day, she. Either that or I got a little longwinded ... again.This story is a little different from the others as I've written in theSRU universe in that its also a prequel of sorts to one of my non-SRUstories posted last month. It didn't start out that way, but given someof the characters I needed for this, I think it worked out better.You shouldn't have to read "Raised with the Dance" first, but if haven'tand want to, it should be available on the tsa-talk archives and onfictionmania. If, instead, you. Holding his hard, wet and pulsating cock in his left hand he sensually rubbed it in the gel that covered her pussy and down her crack. He pushed her anus open with his right thumb. There was more than enough lubrication, but he carefully guided himself into the tight hole. Using her accelerating moans as a guide he slowly ground his groin into her, stopping if she went silent. The feeling was amazing. He absolutely adored this gorgeous woman. He leaned over to have more of her skin touching.