Through my parted thighs, I could see that both he and his friend had taken out their engorged cocks and were stroking them enthusiastically at the si...ht of my exposed openings. Phil stepped forward and forced two large fingers into my pussy.“Oh yeah, real wet. She’s lovin’ this.” He mocked. He finger-fucked me roughly for a few moments, and then shoved his hand in my face.“Lick ‘em you dirty little whore.”My arousal increased as I tasted myself on his fingers. Jake walked to the side of the. She remembered the last time she had visited this house with her grand mother during the half term, that there was a small toilet through the kitchen in a small vestibule at the back door. The lean little black girl toddled through the kitchen, finding the small room. She lifted the lid, visually checked and happy with the seat’s cleanliness, slid on and let go.The cute little piccaninny with her black shoulder length frizzy hair tied in double, bright red, pig tails, saw the photos even on the. ‘Max, what the hell were you doing out there?’ Franklin Wilson asked. ‘I delivered your papers and got a signature the same as always,’ I replied. I was waiting for the other shoe, since I expected the call was about the photos I shot. It seemed to have been some kind of hush, hush project. ‘My clients are a little paranoid and when you went out and began shooting pictures of their plant they we got really nervous.’ ‘I don’t know what got into me. I guess it was something to do with a new. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here in this tiny church to witness the wonderful joining in matrimony of AnneMarie and Andre. We shall sing two hymns this morning, and I would ask you all to rise while we sing the first of these, Fight the Good Fight, number 146 in your red hymn books.” said the Reverend, his cheeks matching the covers of the hymnals as he bellowed out the words from the altar. Lauren looked behind her to see about sixty or seventy people standing in the pews, all resplendent.