From the puffy rise of her labia to the little hood covering her clit, she appeared as natural as any woman I'd known. The lube tasted slightly of hon...y but I also sensed her musky, natural flavor. Using my thumbs, I parted her lips and poked my tongue between her wonderfully pink inner folds. The longer I teased her, the wetter she became and soon she was dripping. "Can you come for me?" I whispered, hoping Miranda couldn’t hear. Janine's eyes blazed and she nodded, still fondling her breasts. Candy recognized her at the same time and let out a gasp of mixed surprise and displeasure."Winona, I didn't recognize you when you came in. You have aged beautifully."Winona knew it was designed to hurt more than to compliment because the serving girl was still as youthful and desirable as in those early years of flowing spunk and multiple orgasms.She was fully aware of the fact that her boobs had matured rapidly with the birth of two children and that now it seemed like she was lactating far. She had never seen a white man’s cock. Its purple hue enthralled her even through her continuing terror.He kneeled, leaned over and kissed her full lips forcing his hot tongue inside her soft mouth. His hard body pushed against her, crushing her boobs. Only her hard nipples resisted his solid muscles. Releasing her mouth, his tongue explored her warm, vulnerable neck before descending to the ever stiffer nipples. His pink tongue teased first one tit then the other. He sucked them hard into his. She had not said anything to anyone yet, dreading the moment and only nursed it in her own mind, where it lay so great it had gotten so she could think of little else. Each time she started to bring up the subject she would always think better of it and held her tongue, delaying once again. But now, there was no putting it off.She felt at odds with the conflict between wanting to remain with her companions where for the very first time in her life she felt wanted, needed, loved, and true.