I must tell you, each time her tongue wandered down into my arse hole I was in heaven and I too began to reciprocate. Her butt hole was a new taste fo... me, and I am still not sure whether I liked it or not but the way she jumped each time my wet tongue explored her rear hole I knew she was enjoying this as much as I was.Spent, now, with my tool lying limply, I made her lie y my side. Now she suddenly felt shy! And I found that very beautiful. She averted her eyes, refusing to look at me and. That I promise,” Rosie confidently predicted.I then said to Megan, “I don’t want her to know I know what she has been doing, so tell her that I will be back at my table.”“Sure thing,” Megan replied and I walked out of there and returned to my table. I looked at my watch; it was almost midnight. Emma would be gone by now. My pussy was so wet from seeing Gwen’s submission. I knew now I could have her, but how would I know if she loved me. I wanted it all; her submission and her love. Could I have. She made no bones about looking at my hard 9.5" cock as she stepped in front of me and gave a soft whistle. She smiled as she looked at it sticking out in front of me. "Dame! Now wonder mom always has a smile on her face!" she started to turn away, stopped and came back to me pushing her tits into my chest as she kissed me on the cheek. "I didn't mean to do that if I did, but if I did do it I am very glad about it!" she kicked at the sand. "There I said it! I am glad I gave you a hard on!"I. It did not hurt that underneath the suit was a body made perfect by a daily gym visit with a personal trainer. And of course there was the simple fact that Michelle’s long confinement in the Temple and subsequent regular visits there had reduced her apparent biological age by almost a decade. No one would ever guess that she was well into her thirties with two teenage daughters.“Prayer,” said Michelle, nodding in acknowledgment to the half-dozen women standing or seating in the room as she.