She might think it's weird. She's not as kinky Selena, that's for sure.Maybe I'll wait until the next time she comes to bed after having some wine.I l...an over my wife, kiss her breast, a trail of kisses between them, then taking one nipple in my lips, sucking and kissing, then the other.She cooes an moans as I nibble and suckMy mind floats back to those encounters, 17 years ago with Chloe's mother, sneaking off to the back seat of her car. Going over to her house when her parents were away.Then. “Watch you ... y’know. /Masturbate/.”“Anne!” I was genuinely shocked. I’d never heard her use such language. I don’t even know if she’d ever used such language before. It certainly didn’t roll off her tongue.The manic look was back in her eyes again. One of her hands was fiddling with the cross she wore around her neck, and she swallowed nervously before she replied.“I just want to watch. Y’know, so I can learn. I want to see what it looks like.”“Anne, is this some kind of weird joke? Is this. It was incredible to enjoy. I smiled, savoring every moment of that wicked tongue stirring up in me. I groaned, my cunt clenching. The heat swelled in me.“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, my Gods, that’s good. That’s amazing, Yes, yes, yes! Las’s big dick, you know how to eat pussy.”Pradu licked her lips, looking pleased.I shuddered as the girl’s tongue flicked my clit. She licked at it. Her tongue danced around it. This mighty delight washed through my body. I groaned, my heart pounding in my. "By the time that Frank Logan (the foreman at the Crown Bar ranch) reached Stillwell, all of the fires were out. Oh there were still tendrils of smoke here, and a small lick of flame there, but mainly the fires were out.Frank rode down the center of town with his mouth agape. Up at the church he could see a small knot of men standing by their horses. The smell of death grew stronger the closer he came to the blasted and burned out structure. The stench of burned and rotting flesh nearly took.