Mary was a true blond. Her pubic hair was just a few shades darker than the hair on her head. She helped me pull her pants all of the way off and als... removed the shirt so that now she was fully naked. I gently stroked her upper thigh, gently pushing her legs apart. I re-position myself so that I was lying on my stomach resting on my arms gazing into her opening. Mary’s pussy lips were a deep red, gently swollen and moist from her excitement. I reached out and gently stroked her around her. Their actions toward him weren't those of a niece or a sister. The casual touches when they were in proximity. The number of times one or the other — or sometimes both — found a reason to sit on his lap or give him a kiss.Those were the actions of a woman and her suitor. The casual flirtation that let a man know a woman was open to his advances. He watched the way Susan and Ann interacted with the other men on the ranch. At first, he figured their flirtation was just a part of their. "slipping and sliding". I move away completely, you growl in frustration. I kiss you again so you can taste yourself. Lips mashing together, tongues fighting for dominance. My hands once again make their move downwards, scratching your stomach feeling your muscles ripple underneath. I trace your clit again, your hands are resting on my shoulders, I thrust one finger into you, you nearly collapse. I move my right arm around your back keeping you close, making sure you dont fall. I curl my. Shall do it... hhhaaahhh... slowly,” panted Melissa. “So slowly!” Her eyes were bright. She was obviously thinking about having Havers at her mercy. Hearing him beg. Hearing him scream. “Th-Three... days... yes... hhhaaahhh... hhhaaahhh... yes, three days... one... ahhh... one ball the first d-day... aaaahh... hhaaa... one... on the second day... and... the rest... the next day...” Despite the exquisiteness of the pleasure he was receiving, Quentin felt a little shiver run up his spine. Poor.