" she purred, and grabbed my other hand, pulling it to her furry mound. "How about this, does it feel like an animal's pussy?" she asked. I slowly str...ked the vulva, before gently sliding my finger between her lips and feeling the moist heat of her sex. "Ooo, that's nice!" she murmured."Err ... This feels like a beautiful human cunt!" I huskily said, as my thumb wandered up to tease her clit. "OK, you've convinced me, sweet Cassandra! Can you forgive me?" Her quick pants of breath told me I was. Ethel looked up at me and smiled. "Thank you, Father. I feel much easier. Thank you so much." Better thank God, Ethel. I have no power of myself." There was a moment I can only describe as a deep communion and I found myself regretting my youth, and that I had not known her as a young woman. I'll say here that I'm an Anglican, not a Roman Catholic, and I have no personal objection to marriage; I just had never met a woman with whom I had a mutual desire to wed. "Ethel, would you like me to call. The top bale was a little too wide for comfort, so she carved out a saddle to accomodate her muscular thighs. She rolled up some feed sacks ot suport her pubic bone. She could finally lean over and lie on the two top bales. To make sure the whole platform would be sturdy enough, she stacked the bales against Caesar's stall. It would now hold up no matter what, she thought as she lay there desperately masturbating. Even at forty-two, Denisa looked good. She had short, wavy brown hair.. With a casual sweeping motion she lifts her left legand swings it out onto the step just below the edge of the cutout for the jeepdoor. Her right leg trails slowly as her hips pivot to face him head on. For abrief moment, both espadrilles rest firmly on the step outside the jeep. Herlegs are spread and he can see clearly up her skirt between the dark tan linesto her lighter bikini area. She is fully exposed and he cannot take his eyes offof her. She steps down and gives him a smile. He looks.