She came down the path like the advancing edge of a storm, dressed in a loud, mismatched checkered skirt and jacket, topped by a multi-colored scarf t...at held her graying hair in place. She was wearing dirty tennis shoes. I immediately identified her as a bona fide character that one found in the City a lot in those days. As she approached, he rose to meet her, a gentleman’s gesture, and it was apparent they were each one half of an ancient union, with the easy familiarity that decades of. As for the weasel words, I almost didn't quite catch it when he rather hastily made the caveat that the scan results of the eastern side of the property were pretty much 'junk', and I was just barely sharp enough on the uptake to get him to explain that little bit again, and in the Queen's English this time instead of rock nerd."The eastern side lawn?" He mumbled and then blinked at me a few times while checking over his scan data for that part of the area. "Yeah, it's very, very unlikely but. "Please don't stop yet. Help me be a good girl for you." I have an idea," he says. He gets up off the bed. He grabs his bag and walks around the bed so that he is behind me. He places the bag behind me and then sits behind me on the bed. I can feel the roughness of his pants against my bruised bottom. He unties the rope around my waist and slowly pulls it away, leaving me with a strange sensation as i feel it pulled through my pussy lips. "lean against me" he says, wrapping his arms around and. Now I hadn’t looked at his cock until this moment andwhat I saw was inhuman, it had to be more than 12inches long and as thick as a water bottle. My handsbegan to move to down my body as if they werepossessed. I slid my fingers under my panties and intomy soaking feverish pussy. “That a girl, you want my black cock.” And soon as hespoke those words he slammed all of it back into her.“Here take that shit.”She let out scream but wrapped her legs around hiswaist and.