." I said to her reaching out to help her. I tried simply pressing it harder and pulling but it didnt't work. Then I positioned myself in front of Jes...y trying to fix it, it was jammed big time, so I pulled hard while sweating all along cause in front me, once again was Jessy and all I could think of was don't look down, don't look down, don't look... and of course, I was looking down at her cleveage; and that's when I fixed the seat belt. I know cause damn metal thing hit me in the nose and it. Her blow-job skills were magnificent, at least on a par with Em’s. Applying his tongue to her furry bush and the hotly open and wet lips that had parted her pussy hair had been magnificent too. The girl evidently appreciated it. She had come very wetly and violently while her hot mouth was enclosing Ambrose’s cock and her salty lips and sharp little teeth were going up and down his shaft. She let him fuck her as a free bonus. Ambrose always loved fucking a full bush beaver. She had told him. Normally I’m satisfied with just making love to him once or twice a week, but that night I felt a little adventurous. He got out of bed, put in a vcd, and then stripped before getting back into bed next to me. I was nude myself by then, and a little anxious to get the show on the road. It had been at least two weeks since we’d had the time to be together, so we had more than a little catching up to do. As he scooted over I felt his body against mine and a little tingle of anticipation ran up my. The girl saw me stand up and walk toward her, away from her mother. "Please, Mister! Please help my mother!" I'm sorry, Honey, there's nothing that I can do for your mother. What's your name? Please let me help you."The little girl got out, "I'm Jane," before she crashed into a flood of tears. This little girl was tough! She was crying a flood of tears of sadness, but there was nothing hysterical about her. I cut her bonds and held her in my arms as I let her cry. She cried for about 15.