"UMMMMMMM", was her only reply, but I knew this was going to be fun.I slowly spread her lips apart, and slid a finger into that soaking wet hole. Obvi...usly no virgin, there was more room, so in another went, and then another. The pace and preasure of her sucking increased, to the point that I was ready to explode. I grabbed her hair and pulled back, but she locked on tighter than a tick on a hound. "No, cum in my mouth" she gargled. What the hell, I thought as I continued pounding three fingers. . ooohhh rub my clit... god that feels soo good Don." Don't put your fingers in yet Don." I knew there was no way I could really hear the shutter, but I could almost swear I did."Ooohhhh god... this is so hot... oohhh honey... Don's finger fucking me again... oohhh honey... ooohh god." I knew that sequence of sighs - she was poised at the brink of orgasm."Hold your ring finger up for the camera. Pretend like you are showing your wedding rings to a friend for the first time." Hot, hot, hot. She. That's why even Shaniqua finds me a little odd. I'd be more comfortable at a Vivaldi concert than a hip hop one. I like to go to museums. I read Jane Austen." She made a mordant, satirical face. "I'm more comfortable in the company of white people, I guess, even though I'm very proud of my African heritage."Laura nodded, afraid to interrupt. Jane Austen? Really? Maybe I should try Jane again, she thought."Anyway," Marie went on, "I was married for about six years to this white guy. Can you. Adams while Harlow was finishing up with Mr. Benson.Mrs. Adams reacted the same way that Benson had, but she, too, relaxed when I explained why I wanted a lawyer. She recommended the same lawyer that Benson did, so I knew that I was going to see him before I left for home. The next thing I did was to drop in on one of the two livery stables in Winslow. They had some mules, but no freight wagon. About that time, Harlow showed up with the farm wagon, so I got him to drive me to the other livery.