And now Angel was experiencing some of his talents for herself. Now it was her turn to be scooting across the seat, trying to get away from Jack's pro...ing tongue and Angel was the one crying that she was going to cum.That's exactly what Jack had planned, and she squirmed and wriggled at his pussy eating skills. He slipped two fingers up inside her, curling them up to find her g-spot and began stroking the soft spongy area, which made Angel all the more desperate."Oh, my GODDD!! Oh, fuck Jack!. ‘By the way,’ he says on his way out. ‘You taste fucking amazing.’ He’s gone before I can say anything, not that I have anything to say. I want to curse him, scold him, pin him against the wall and fuck him senseless, but I can barely move, let alone speak. If my voice weren’t caught in my throat I’d be screaming: ‘Fuck you, Alex! Fuck you and fuck your fucking sexy smile!’ But for now, I have brushes to clean, a studio to tidy and a full barrel of wine to buy…or at least a couple of bottles.. As I reached her breast, her nipples were hard, and I didn’t know if it was from me, or if it was because she was cold, but I didn’t care, I still kissed them, and teased them as well, and as I ended up between her legs, and my cock was between her vaginal lips, and my lips were on hers, I said: ‘Good morning love.’ Then I slowly entered her, and as I bottomed out, and spread her legs wide, by holding her legs in my arms, I started stroking her pussy with my hardening shaft. She moaned into. "With a smile, Etta said, "No harm done. We'll feed them when we get home. I just don't want those hens thinking they are going to sit on some eggs, is all. They get ornery when they want to hatch some chicks."I said, "Etta, let's go home and get some clothes together for you and the girls, and I'll take you all home with me. We should probably stop by the preacher's and have a talk with him."Etta nodded, and she pointed the way when we were in the car. At the church, we went into the basement.