Few...weeks...," she continued, speaking in labored,breathy gasps. "It's all I've been thinking about." "Oh really?" I asked, encouraging her to conti...ue. "Uh huh. Every morning I lay in bed thinking about it. I...think aboutyou...putting me on my hands and knees and..." "And...?" I asked with a pleased smirk, briefly ceasing thrusting withmy cock planted firmly inside her dripping wet pussy. "...and grabbing me by the hair...and fucking me hard in the ass." Smiling down at her, I slowly. My ass and tits were slightly pink from the slapping they had received. I looked fucking hot.After drying myself I found my dress from the night before, I was about to put it on when I stopped. I asked myself “what would a slut do?” I knew exactly what a slut would do. I ditched the dress and put on my heels. And nothing else.I walked through to the kitchen, the click of my heels over the tiled floor caused everyone to turn and look at me.“Damn, slut. You look fine. How’d you enjoy that fucking. However, I was glad that I now had a way to look at my life and see what I needed to work on.I treated myself to breakfast at the Waffle House in Dickson, sent the emails I'd composed the night before over their Wi-Fi, and plotted a route to Nashville. I wanted to make an exception for this medium size city and visit because I loved music, especially country music. So much of country music dealt with lost love in some way; I could remind myself about Karen but sure didn't need help to do that.. Then she felt his fingers grip her ass checks and squeeze them like a Mellon at the market. Then he pulled her panties aside and looked at her pussy lips with the fabric pulled tight between them. Then she grunted as he fingered first her pussy but then her ass as well."Nice ass for a white girl! Now for taste test !" He said and Hannah felt his tongue flick on her clit"Oh fuck yes!" Hannah moaned as her pussy was lickedHannah listened to the sound of her pussy being eaten as the erotic.