He tossed and turned a little, trying to find a comfortable spot. He look at his clock again and only a couple of minutes had passed. He was struck by...a thought. When he was younger he would purposely stay up this late. Waiting until he was sure that his parents and sisters were asleep. He'd sneak into their bedrooms and steal their panties. He was caught only once by his dad. But he let him off, saying that it would be "their little secret." It end up being a secret he'd taken to the grave.At. It had been an unbelievable year. There was never a dull day at Buford's chicken farm. "I didn't know what to think at the time," she went on, "but after I got home the ideas just started coming to me. I knew you took good care of your boots, and had seen you clean them with a soft brush and cloth and saddle soap, but I don't think I had ever seen you clean the soles or the bottom of the heels. "Anyway, I wondered why you hadn't asked me how I felt about your wiping the soles off on. Although Gloria often intoned a hearty vocal range when being fucked, the next forty minutes transcended all former gasps and groans. In addition, Jed’s grunts and carnal expletives also added to the lustful cacophony resonating from the bedroom. Even though most of the loud sounds were garbled, Norton was sure that he clearly heard the words; “fuckin’ huge,” from Gloria on quite a few occasions.When his mother and Jed finally re-emerged later, she was wearing a dressing gown and Jed was fully. I felt Marsha swallowing, drinking it down. Then I felt the black woman’s tongue pushing back on my own. I let it in and sucked her tongue hard. Our mouths continued exploring each other’s faces and lips. I couldn’t believe how soft Marsha felt under my lips and fingers and I found my hands wandering over her body. I slowly caressed Marsha’s neck, my fingertips tracing her body down to her breasts.I felt Marsha’s breathing increase as I began to caress her nipples thru her clothing, feeling.