"The world is full of people who rise to the top on the bodies of others. Your Grandpa Dean gave me the opportunity to see the real world, and I didn'... always like what I saw. I learned a great many skills from some of his associates and applied some of those skills to eliminate candidates that I found particularly objectionable." Eliminate?" Sarita turned a puzzled expression toward her mother.Sighing, Lesa said, "Yes, dear, eliminate. I either had them killed, or I killed them myself."Sarita. Sandra was English, but born and raised in California. His wife Sarah was a seamstress who loved to sew pretty dresses, and was more than delighted to have one more willing and appreciative model to wear her designs. Ken never ventured from home dressed 'en femme' for fear of running into his real family, but Sandra did, and with relish. He was so flamboyant that he could carry off any outfit that Sarah devised. How he could be so honestly oblivious to the curious stares around him was a source. I touched them with my finger, all soft and pink as Stef moved on the bales.I lowered my tongue gently teasing them apart, a clean smelling fanny, she must have had a shower after her horse ride. I licked around her lips, they were no size at all compared to Ann’s long slit. Stef’s little button was starting to react to my licking, her legs got wider apart as her hand came on to my head.Stef lips were tight on my tongue as I ventured in to her, tasting her sweet juice, she was starting to. Then before I could say anything, she was laying in my lap with her hot mouth on my tool sucking it up and down my shift with her wet lips enjoying every inch I had. She buried it deep in the very back of her trough feeling so good I just laid back on her couch. And let her do her job, after about five minutes of enjoying her mouth I sat up. And took her shirt off exposing her little white bra, her nipples were hard as a rock waiting for my mouth to suck on them, while was up I unzipped her.