She had a very pained faceand tears welled up around her eyes. Ingrid could see that her motherwas in terrible pain and she enjoyed the depraved sight...of it. Shecut downwards with the knife to open her mother up further until shecould see some of her glistering intestines. While Ingrid was cuttingher mother open, Marcel took the opportunity to bugger her ass. Erika'spainful gutting made her contract her muscles. Her sphincter contractedviolently around Marcel's already erect cock squeezing him. "Paige looked a bit skeptic. "That's the first I've heard about rotting beams." That was an exaggeration. I wouldn't have let Charlie go into the loft if I'd seen any rot." That wasn't an exaggeration. Do you make a habit of lying to make a point?" she asked. Her expression told me that she found my fabrication humorous."Just thinking how much it was going to cost to square up the barn was making me desperate. She says it was built in seventeen ninety-eight and must be preserved regardless of. Her lips were full and very kissable and I suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to really kiss her! My god I am a lesbian! Seriously I was seeing a beautiful woman instead of Mum for the first time. I realized I just couldn't come out and say anything but there and then I formed a little plan to become more than just a daughter and friend, but to try to tempt her into seeing me as a potential lover. This wasn't going to happen overnight I knew, probably would take months, but I started my grand. ‘Trust me,’ he says. He says it softly in his rich voice. It’s a low growl. I feel the breath of those words breeze across my pussy. My pussy clenches and twitches and there’s a sensation I don’t recognize. I decide to trust him. I stop pulling his forearm away and begin to pull it toward my neck. I feel the tips of his broad, strong fingers tighten again. He lowers his head and I feel the tip of his tongue, thick and hard, land on my clit. I realize what the sensation is—it’s my pussy.