" I glanced towards the back of the house and nodded. "That Roger doesn't like to go down on you. I was wondering if you'd rather me eat you right up....Penny smiled a little. "And you think you're man enough to do me?" I'm thinking I haven't heard any complaints so far."Penny smiled; a definite challenge. "Joanna did say you were good, really good." Come sit on my face and I'll show you." I think I will," Penny told me, "just to find out if what Joanna says is true, mind you. Like a science. The path never did get used much. Richard hated the cabin, hated the rustic "work-for-it" life she sought out during their infrequent vacations, so she only managed three or four trips a year to the cabin she had inherited from her father when he finally died.Daddy had held on for so long. He and Morgan would come out here every summer, spending weeks fishing on the lake behind the cabin, tromping through the woods along familiar paths, enjoying each other's company, arguing about books and. . You feel your hot little body respond, and you know you want to play with her to have her as an occational play partner... You place your hands gently on both sides of her pussy, then gently open her up, exposing her dripping wet little hole... You glance up, and she is blushing profusely, obviously a little ashamed at how turned on she is by this... You know the feeling all too well. You stick your tongue out, make it as broad as you can, then you start to lap up her juices... Slowly at. She seemed satisfied and her eyes moved on before I could smile, or try to make eye contact with her.My previous life had trained me how to watch people, how to understand what they were thinking by watching how they acted. This girl was scared and trying to avoid something, or someone. She was early twenties, very pretty, tall, black hair, darkly tanned skin, but definitely white. Her body was good, big tits, long legs, flat stomach and a tight ass. She was wearing a tight top that left no.