." I know, he's not the best-looking guy around, but he pays attention. I mean, he looks at me like I'm a princess, and touches me like he's trying to...memorize how I feel," I said."That would be nice," Katrina said."And he cares about what I want. Most guys, you ask them to eat your pussy and it's like, a couple of licks and on to the main event. Grease the old sausage and he's done before I'm even breathing hard." It's different with Russell?" Shit, yeah! I had to teach him how, but he's a. She was comfortably well off, living on alimony fromher ex. She spent many of her days visiting her lady friends. I was leftto do the housework - cleaning, washing, ironing, cooking... It wasn'twhat I had expected married life to be. Probably I was a bit depressedand worried about not having a proper job. I lost quite a bit of weight,although, to be fair, I probably needed to.One Friday evening as we were having our meal I suggested that I neededto get some new clothes. My mother-in-law. She looks at Becca, who seems extremely turned on as she rubs her thin fingers between Stacy's toes. After a few minutes, Becca places Stacy's left foot on the ground between her legs and starts massaging the other. She spreads her knees apart, lowering her pussy to the floor. Stacy feels Becca's warm, damp panties rub against the toes of her left foot. Holy fuck… this is nice… "This feels so good…" Stacy moans, fighting the urge to touch herself. She can feel her little pussy making her. Paco was rudely awakened by a white man shoving his shoulder. “Wake up, kid. I got sumthin fur you to do.”“Si Si senor, what can I do for you?” the white man was big. Twice as big as Paco. Unshaven and had a bad odor. Paco was brave, but this man was dangerous.“You give this to the lady. Understand? Give. This. To. The. Lady.” he shoved a piece of paper into Paco’s hand. “Understand?”Paco was almost frozen from fear. “Si Si senor. Give the letter to the lady.”“Good.” he looked around and then.