“Listen, you are going to do this if you want to remain friends with me. You are still looking for pity because you were widowed as such a young age... but the time for pity is over. Now do it!” With that, Karen grabbed the tunic that Rachel was wearing and roughly pulled it off over her head. Underneath, Rachel was wearing an old, white industrial strength bra that looked as if it had been designed by a civil engineer, not a lingerie maker. “Ugh! Listen up,” Karen said. Take off you clothes and. It was fresh and seemed to have been cut cleanly but with what she could not tell. She could not recall seeing any passion fruit vines growing on the grounds, so the flower’s origin was yet another mystery. She shook her head as she turned towards the car.“Claudia the Passionate.” The words passed by her almost imperceptibly; as though carried on the breeze.She lay the objects on the passenger seat and looked at them with perplexity. Was someone trying to communicate with her? If so, why and. What a wonderful sight. You move from my cock and position your pussy over my cock. You lower yourself down onto my cock. You make love to my cock. Your body moves up and down while I watch you. Your breasts sway with each movement. I watch as you enjoy what you are doing. Your eyes glisten and sparkle. Your hand moves down to your pussy and starts do playwith your clit. I reach up to play with you tits. I softly pinch and squeeze your wonderful breasts. I feel you shutter as you reach your. I could see only the legs of one of them, because she was lying on her back with her head away from the door and because the other woman was lying on top of her. The second woman's head, in fact, was between the first woman's legs, her long, blonde hair blocking my view of anything else. I could tell the blonde had a great ass, but otherwise, I was going to have to wait. The blonde hair suddenly lifted, and Sue Waggoner smiled at me."Thank God you're here, Master," she said, pulling out a wet.