After a few minutes, though still flustered she was finally able to form her thoughts into a short but succinct sentence as she asked, ‘What was tha..., baby?’ I chuckled at her reaction, saying innocently ‘That my sexy lady, was an orgasm.’ She still had her head resting against my chest and was still looking wide eyed off to the side, as she continued ‘I know that! But how…why…what brought that on?’ I tried not to laugh at her temporarily disjointed thought process, asI answered ‘I don’t need a. He pecked at her feet. She laughed and took her pants off. Her pussy wasdripping wet. She took a seat and pointed to her pussy. He crawled over andgrabbed his head. She wrapped her legs around and gave him a squeezed."Right there, Keep Licking. Suck it ... left to the left ... shit right there.Shit boy you give some good head. Going to be a good owner when I pimp yourass out, after we get to Mexico"She laid back and squeezed his legs hard when she thought she wasn't doing agood enough job. He. I stopped my feeble denials and silently gazed at his manhood as he stretched that sweaty sack again - hard enough to raise his hips. "So which is it going to be?" Another slow, long, and hard tug. I should have broken my gaze, but I didn't. "I don't really care either way, but what say we find out." It was more a statement than a question.He stood up, leaving his towel where he sat and approached me. I had long since stopped talking and braced myself for what I knew he was going to do. Nude. Tongues were wagging about Priscilla Marsden-Smith's antics, as they were called. Her refusal to wear black and her open defiance of the rules and customs made her the talk of all the tea parties. She had found temporary accommodations with Siobhan Pryce who not only seemed to tolerate the unwilling widow's brazen defiance of convention, but she defended her conduct publicly. Rose met her frequently, and while not entirely at ease with each other, the two women developed a tentative.