.but...she refused to let me touch her when she got home and I always wondered if she got fucked and didn't want me to find a nice warm cream pie in h...r married cunt...which, little does she realize, I would have enjoyed eating out....so, here is the "fantasy" of what might have happened.She butt dials me and I listen in. I hear the guy say, "why do you keep your phone stuck in there with your titties? Are they calling me to suck them?" She giggles and tells him to just suck her right. Was in Johannesburg. It just so happened that the close-knit order of nuns had a small clinic and school in that area and the investigating sisters would be welcome to stay in the relative safety of their high-walled compound.*Sister Monique was actually French by birth, and she spoke several languages fluently. Her family had traveled extensively around the continent in her childhood more by necessity than chance because her parents were circus people and they never tired of presenting their. Lonnie's believed that his cock grew even harder when he caught sight of his sister's flat abdomen and slender legs. It was the tiny tuft of hair crowing her slit that commanded his full attention. When she turned toward her private bathroom she gave her hidden brother a view of her perfect ass. The head of Lonnie's cock was glistening with pre-cum and thin fabric of her borrowed panties showed a small stain so he stopped his stroking as he knew the show was not over.Kendra returned a few. He looked over at Shane. Her eyes still closed, and fingers gently working her clit. Her breath slowing, but he knew she wanted more. She always did. He took the exit, and parked on the far side, under a tree. He stopped the car and freed his engorged member quickly. He crossed the center council and had Shane's seat reclined before she could even ask what was going on. He dove into her. Slick and waiting pussy. She was tight, and he felt he had to fight to get inside of her. Even if she was.