I noticed the pubic hair I’d seen through her pants was indeed neatly trimmed into a little patch. Stupid husband, ignoring this.Her juices coated ...y mouth and chin and had soaked my mustache. “God, I love this, it feels so good, don’t stop, lick me, oh God …” and back to mutterings. I wondered if she was praying or just enjoying it; that brought a chuckle into her pussy. I placed the index and middle fingers of my left hand at her entrance and slid them in. “Ooo, oh God, aah,” and her. He found a spot a short distance away from his house on a promontory over looking the Atlantic, and buried her facing her homeland. All of the settlers came to the service, even members of the local Abenaki tribe, and since there was no Christian preacher, Mayhew allowed the Indian shaman, whom he had great respect for, to pray in his fashion over the grave. He then legally renamed his holding’s Callie’s Rest. A town grew up, and with it came more settlers. A Town Square developed around. We got along ok and I fantasized about her but that was as far as it went. I’m sure she saw me as a kid. I got a job in a truck stop about 20 miles away. There was a couple of us from the small town that worked there so I usually had a ride to work. One day I was stuck with no ride and was desperate. I was at my buddy’s house telling him about my dilemma. His older sister offered to give me a ride and I was really happy for a couple of reasons. She was just ending her summer job and decided to. At last she stopped. Dropped the cane. I groaned in relief. But only for a moment, With me still bent over the chair she moved behind me, roughly parted my cheeks and rammed her big strap on hard into my tight ass. I screamed. It made no difference. She took me roughly and violently. Brutally. When she had finished she sat me on the edge of the bed. made me look at her. She spoke softly. And I nodded in agreement with everything she said. I was properly sorry now.She lay me down. and showed me.