Her mothers labia was even thicker but purple instead of deep pink. Her mother would cum in waves and I would eat her pussy for hours. Beth would not ...llow her husband to eat her probably because she had my cum in her most of the time. Who would have thought that daughter and mother have the same pussy anatomy and smell but her mother was so sweet and came for me so much.... I could not resist. Thankfully, I had my cock in her mother more then my wife.Beth would ask me if her pussy was tighter. As the man blew his load in my face two women walked past and laughed. The only thing I remember them saying was "Oh my god, what a fag" as the laughed.We continued on deeper into the woodlands, passing a few more people, only a single woman taking up any offer A or J made to everyone that passed, and that was only for J to eat her pussy. As she did so I sucked on A's cock, watching both women as I did so. Eventually we were so far into the woods that most people never came to, everyone we saw. Work was a bitch that night. All I thought about were mini-cams, the tap on our telephone and the receiver in the attic and what they all meant. I wondered about what I would find when I got home. The receiver in the attic could only be checked when I wasn't at home and during grave turn I was around all the time except when I was at work. That meant that the only time it could be checked was after ten forty-five when I left for work and before I got home at eight. That meant that unless. “Do you greet a friend this way?” They looked open-mouthed at him, scarcely believing their eyes, and he turned to face a sight that unnerved him, as well.Jona and the others joined him as he awaited the arrival of a huge, striped cat, which was almost daintily picking its way from stone to stone across the river. The contrast between the way it moved and the way it looked was startling. Its buff colored pelt was interspersed with darker reddish brown stripes. Two wicked looking tusks protruded.