Then I smelled that feminine odor of a fresh pussy. I only had to wait a few seconds more as I felt Debbie’s pussy lips over my mouth. Debbie always...tasted good and I didn’t mind that she was face sitting me. Debbie yelled, “eat that pussy you two-timing asshole” you better be good because Carol gave us permission to whip you ass again if we want to. Debbie lowered her fine shaven pussy right over my mouth. I could barely breath!! Debbie began moving her hips slowly back and forth as my tongue. .. with his fingers slowly working their way into her wet young folds! At first he thought the moistness was just a little pee from his harsh bare bottom paddling,.. but it was a bit more sticky than just that? He hesitated as if wondering whether or not she really was his daughter, and thoughts of more that just punishment were going through his head! Michelia's beautiful bell shaped bare bottom now red, and quite stimulated from his paddling was so inviting! She laid there helplessly. She could change her mind very easily.She was sitting on a high stool, watching me enter."Well, what do you think?"It was a bust. It was my bust. It was breathtaking."I didn't know I was so handsome." Stop it Eric." Really, its good. Very good." Really?" Really really."She bit her lip and her brown warm skin gave me a nice hug. I took a nice draught of the warm earth that always seemed to dangle about her. Like her, I loved the smell of work."Now you must show me your paintings."I. Stephen, coerced by his still throbbing feet, obliged his kindly host, joining her on the faux-leather two-seater, met with, "You're looking awf'y tired, Stephen. They're working you far too hard." "Och, I'm a'right, Mrs. Atkin, it's just a lot of walkin'. It'll be better when I get my car back." "A young lad like you needs tae blow off some steam noo and again." She conspicuously placed her bony fingers on his thigh; strangely, he did not immediately recoil from this peculiar action. "Maybe.