I want to see that pantied bottom.”“That’s right, I want you bare, missy! Ms. Steam stated emphatically in a confident tone. A blistering paddle...swat CRACK!, accompanied the further student explanation to the adult blonde college coed. Ms. Steam the strict adherence to discipline CP teacher of English was rewarded with a fart from the slightly parted areshole, Charlotta King Court pageant runner up as seen through the barely spread open blood red cheeks. And, so, it was done and after eight. Let me know if it gets too much, okay?" Okay." How about you, Colonel Griffin?" I have already stated my objections to Ann being here for this, butsince she's here, let's get this over with."The three of them walked toward a particular house, and the man knockedon the door.A rather pretty young woman answered, and there was a small boy peekingout from between her legs."Mrs. Rachel Conner?" Karen said. "I'm with victims services. I'm afraidwe have some bad news for you. May we come in?" It's. The funeral was for Sarah Turner, the granddaughter of Mr Sims, a 12-year-old fan of Mary’s, who died of leukaemia only last Monday. This was the real reason for Mary’s hot-footed visit from the States to our war-torn islands, quite secondary to the disappearance of her husband.It was only in the grief of her death that Mr Sims was prepared to do anything for Mary in his granddaughter’s memory. I had not realised the family connection until I saw him at the funeral, because Sarah was the. At this, she wriggled up to a position where we could push her trousers and thong down and I continued to push them down her legs to just past her knees. This allowed me enough room to push her legs open and expose her pussy to my gaze from a couple of inches away. Her dark pubic hair had been trimmed very tidily and was very short so that her engorged pussy lips were poking out with her pussy hole slightly open thanks to the work of my fingers.I dived in. I lapped at her slit, drinking her.