" She paused for a moment, and seemed to stretch, was she willingly thrusting her chest at him? The front of her deep indigo business dress wasn't puf...ing out was it? Almost as if her breasts were somehow swelling? No. Of course not. But... what was that growling sound? He thought he heard some kind of primal, animal purring... must be his imagination. He adjusted his pants with a barely stifled grunt, surprised at the sudden erection."The secondary reports you have in your possession also. The mausoleum was also built of red brick. It had a cross leading up from the roof, as though it was a small chapel. A mausoleum symbolizes a family that was at one time financially and socially prominent.When Ellen reached the mausoleum she looked into the barred door at the placard that read, "John Morton 1961 – 1991." Honey," She said. "I'm back."Ellen continued, "The leaves have fallen from the trees. There is a thick fog, but it is not very chilly."The trees you planted around our house. .." she moaned to herself as seconds later she slid a hand under her panties to finger her glistening slit. She eased two long fingers into her hole at a tantalizingly slow pace. Rachael squirmed and squeezed, trying her best to get a little bit of friction. as she imagined him fingering her drooling cunt. She growled at him to go hard, faster. But he would not oblige. He knew what he was doing, how he was teasing her. He just went right back to toying with her nipples and slow-fucking her. ”You turn your hand so that your thumb is hovering over her clitoris, and press down on it.“OH MY GOD FUCK YES! YES!”Syd grabs the desk below her with both of her hands and a river of cum rushes out of her vagina like Niagara Falls. It starts to splash on the carpet beneath her and, thinking quickly, you get on your knees and open your mouth wide, catching the last bit of her cum in your mouth.It tastes heavenly.“Clean me up baby. Lick my pussy,” she says, or so you think. She’s panting so much.