“Mmmm,” Cindy said after taking a deep breath, “Your scent is intoxicating!”She then began to gently lick the wild patch of hair under Rose’... arm. This was a new experience for me, and I watched in fascination while jacking myself faster.“Your hairy armpits are so fucking sexy!” Cindy commented in between licks.After another minute of this, Cindy’s attention returned to Rose’s tits, while her right hand traveled south. She lightly teased Rose’s navel, then followed the trail of hair down to her. .. please ... fuck me ... make me come." I am fucking you. I am making you come." No, ... har-har-harder." No, I don't want to. I like this."By this point, I knew she was getting desperate. Her hips were in constant motion, and she was trying to move herself up and down my erection. I was having trouble keeping my hips pressed to hers so that my penis didn't have any in and out motion, but her actions were growing sharper, and the occasional snapping motions were giving her some internal. They didn't make women like Ms. Lawrence anymore. Her namewas Grace but with the class and feminine deportment with which shecarried herself calling her "Grace" just wasn't enough. She was knownto everyone at the estate simply as "Ms. Lawrence." A kindly woman inher mid fifties who looked much more severe than she really was with herhorned rimmed glasses hooked to a shiny silver chain that went aroundher neck and with her hair pulled into a tight bun. Her slightly grayhair always combed to. ‘I’m going to meet Trevor Trent,’ she said to PC after hanging up the phone. PC looked at her for a long moment before closing his eyes. His tail switched. Then he yawned. Time scudded past. On the Friday before the meeting Daniel informed her that they’d be getting together with Trevor and Rebecca for brunch at the Elm Street Cafe next Thursday. After that there would be a small reception for Trevor at the radio station. What happened following that would be decided at the time. On Wednesday.