She use to sleep raising her arms above her head so it will be easy for me to smell the magic aroma which makes me mad usually I will keep my face on ...er armpit as it am slept but I will be in heaven when am on her armpit and also daily I use to wait for her to take bath and as soon as she comes it rush to bathroom and sneak her and used nighty and panty especially the armpit area of the nighty will be my target but later she got married and went with her husband n dint get a chance of smeeling. "You are such a slut," I growled. "begging me to cum." "Please, please John. Please use me," she begged as she held his fingers in the tight, wet grip of her pussy. "Please use your filthy whore!" Close to her ear, my voice was a hot, clipped whisper. "I'm going to fuck you slut. I'm going to make you beg. I'm going to make you moan. I'm going to fuck your pussy - MY pussy - so hard you won't be able to walk straight for a week! You are begging me to fuck you but soon you will be begging me to. I need to find an area with a chalky rock deposit. I didn't ask Kemon for crushed oyster shell; the eggs shells are starting to get thin. This means the chickens are using up all their calcium making eggs; I have not provided them a source of calcium. I wish I had oyster shells; that's what many chicken farmers use. It makes great grit which the birds need to break down food in their gizzards, and it provided extra calcium for the eggshells. Something else to worry about.We eat the chili and. The weight of the wet jeans dragged them down to the floor and without missing a beat she followed, dropping to her knees in front of him. His eyes widened in surprise but he didn’t move and still neither of them said a word. He was big but not massive and she looked up at him with an appreciative smile as she placed her soft hand around his shaft. He inhaled, a sharp intake of breath, as she leant forward and wrapped her full moist lips around the head of his cock, sliding her hand up to meet.