The inner labia of her cunt was not projecting downward as is the case with some woman, and on each side of her luscious pouting lips and along her lo...g pink gash, her short curls ran down. With my two hands I laid the lips well back and apart, and there they stayed open. I could detect her clitoris bulging out in excitement at my touches, and below was the opening to her vagina, which I parted with my fingers and I could see even to the corrugated sides of her exquisite pleasure-giving sheath.. Emerson had been a bitter, unhappy child. His only pleasure seemed to come in tormenting the other youth of the area. Carmella’s own daughter, Maria, often was the focus of Emerson’s anger. Maria always fought back, but more than once Carmella had discovered her crying in her room after an encounter with Emerson. Carmella thought back to the day Emerson had left the basin. Maria had been miserable. It took a couple of weeks before she returned to normal, but Carmella suspected Maria still. All I could think was that that should have been me in your bed. Me, feeling your head against my opening, poised to be my first, a gift that I’d never even considered giving to another man. Me, resting down on your shaft, your length slipping into my depths, stretching me with your girth; the earthy tightness, fullness and warmth. Me, siting in your lap, my entrance tickled by your pubes with your cock all the way inside me. Me, meeting your lips with mine as you empty your balls in my womb,. A couple of times, I started licking and kissing below his balls, hoping that he would lift his legs up and give me access to his asshole but no dice. He just doesn’t appear to be into rimming. While disappointing, I was unbowed and I went back up and wrapped my lips around his mammoth tool and continued to suck. I would alternate between taking his whole cock into my throat and keeping just the head in my mouth while I stroked him with my hand. Paul was in no hurry and just let me worship him.