The heels felt completely natural and clackedon the hardwood floor as I crossed the room. I straightened the Shudan, whichI instantly knew was the nam... of the painter, and then moved naturally to mycloset."It was huge! What had been a small single-door closet had turned into adouble-door walk-in that went back at least ten feet. Plus, it was filledwith all manners of female attire; skirts, dresses, blouses and shoes. I wentthrough my clothes and picked out a rubber mini-dress and a leather. They did not have to live in the house haunted with memories and fragrances. The odors were the worst. Open a closet and the little bags of herbs she spread throughout the house would assault his senses and it was as if she was there once again.The Ladies from their church had come, taken away her clothes, the children had taken her jewelry, and as many mementoes as possible without stripping the house bare. But still her fragrances he tripped over would render him sobbing, curled into a ball. “slip your finger inside your wet pussy Emma” Abram said in a low voice. My finger slid easily inside me and the experience of feeling my own finger slipping inside and seeing it on the phone almost proved too much.“take your finger out and show it to me then slip it into your soft mouth” My finger was wet with the soft fluid it almost dripped from my finger like a dew drop. I showed it to the screen of the phone and could hear another moan as I did. Carefully I manged to lift the finger to my. He gawked at it. Her cunt was beautiful. It looked like a golden-red peach. With a groan of lust, he fell upon it, burying his face in it.Teresa reared up, mashing and grinding her pussy on his mouth. "Oh, ah, yes, lick me, Larry, eat my pussy, oh yes, eat me out."He licked and sucked her clit, flicking and rubbing his tongue on it and sucking it with his lips. Ah, but she had a sweet-tasting cunt, the sweetest Larry had ever tasted. He tongue-fucked her, swirling and jamming and jabbing his.