I try to dislodge from you but your cervix sphincter muscle are still gripping my head so tight it hurts you to pull. You pull me back down on you Beg...ing Daddy don't jerk just lay here and rest until your completely soft and every drop of cum is in me.. Ok baby girl. I chuckle ...Good thing I`m a grower and not a shower. We lay there waiting but it`s really difficult to go soft buried deep in a sweet, wet, hot pussy at is got a vice grip hold on your swollen leaking purple head. We make small. ’ Song of Wyoming was written by Kent Lewis and famously sung by John Denver. ‘Lord I feel like an angel Free like I almost could fly Drift like a cloud out over the badlands Sing like a bird in the tree The wind in the sage sounds like heaven singin’ A Song of Wyoming for me.’ Thanks to Raoul Tirant for his editing assistance. Be sure to read Part 1 first. I have reprised two characters from an earlier story, ‘View From the Top,’ and one from an in process story titled, ‘Sophie,’ a sequel to. She always wears transparent sarees which shows the major part of her body. I have also cummed imagining her but never had the guts to say anything naughty to her. One day, I went to her flat for some work. The door was open and as my and her families were close to each other, I didn’t ring the bell. When I entered her flat, she was doing some work in the kitchen. Her younger son was sleeping and the elder daughter was at the school. Her husband was on a business trip at that time.As I saw her. Dancer, won't you please come in and join me for drink!!!" I must be out of my mind," Mike whispered hoarsely to Joanne Ford, "let's get out of here!!!" "It's to late for that, buster," she said while taking him firmly by the arm and leading across the marble floor to where Eleanor Parkman was seated next to a huge window offering a spectacular view of Chicago's skyline!!! "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Dancer," Eleanor Parkman said while extending her hand in a firm handshake, "Joanne has told me.