" She was starting to sound despondent."Well we could look at the paper archives for 1874; and see how Darcy and Cassandra died." I saidShe almost gig...led, but did smile, "That sounds so weird, we've been talking to two people who died over a hundred years ago, and now we're trying to see how they died? Doesn't that sound daft to you?"I smiled as well; yes it did sound funny, strange funny - not ha-ha funny. So I straighten my face and said, "Not at all, people do that every day." But I. That is when she informed me that she knew who I was and what I was doing. When she asked me how badly I needed her panties, the whole game changed. She reached in the dark and grabbed hold of my cock, moved my hand to her pussy, and took me to her world. I got her on her hands and knees, got behind her and started licking her pussy. Her head to the bed and her ass in the air, her legs spread wide, I was able to lick her slit from one end to the other. She tasted so good.I reached up one hand. He tore away the panties, lifted her legs around him, and held her by her ass, occasionally squeezing and smacking it. His cock rammed up into her love hole, and he shoved it in repeatedly, furiously. They were both gasping and groaning with pleasure. Krissy shrieked, and came as she felt Blake’s cock convulse inside of her, and felt the warm come spray her walls. They stood there; Krissy leaned up against the wall, before Blake carried her into a bedroom. He laid her out on the bed, and went. "I smiled up at him. "Thank you....mister...um." Wallace," he said, extending his hand. I took his hand and gave it a firm squeeze. He slipped his hand from mygrip and twisted his hand so I was holding it in a ladylike fashion,then tipped his hand to me.I giggled. "Sorry."He smiled at me. "It is ok, miss?" Forrest." I giggled again. I just couldn't help it. There I was,looking like the teenage boy I was and he was calling me miss."You have a few minutes, Miss Forrest, before we will be leaving.