My other fingers join in exploring her folds, tracing up and down, spreading her growing wetness. Relaxing back against the chair, my eyes take in her...beauty. She looks so inviting. What was I so afraid of before? Another tear rolls down my cheek thinking of past harmful thoughts and wasted time. Pussy is an intimate part of me and I shouldn't have ignored her. I relish in the sight of her, not taking my eyes off the mirror, afraid she will disappear if I do.She weeps for me too, as I coat one. Passing in front of a bridal shop she stopped and regarded the dresses. She was the first girl I knew that seemed interested in bridal dresses!"Do you like them?" she asked. "Yes. But only some." I openly replied as I pointed those out. They were some especially full-skirted simple bridal gowns. "I like those simple ones with petticoats underneath." I told her. Then I turned to watch her reaction. She looked at me little bit surprised. "Me too." she said."I love the women who dress in skirt and. I held her hair and was riding on her, smacking on her ass making her white fair body to pink, leaving my marks on her body. She started to shiver and came suddenly and fell on her husband.He was enjoying the scene of his wife getting fucked hard like a dog. I controlled myself to not cum and stopped fucking her to give a break. We three fell on the bed and slept for some time. By the time, I woke up both of them are sleeping like pigs, fully exhausted.Her body became full pinkish because of my. " Your hand comes down hard on my ass. Very hard. i jump, startled at the unexpected pain, but your hand in my hair holds me in place."Not good, bitch, for you to try to come off your task because you are being rewarded. Now show me you are worth the fucking i just paid for you!" i go to work on the pussy with renewed vigor, lapping up every piece of juice i can. C has begun to throw her head back and moan. "You have her going now, slave. Keep it up, lets try rewarding you again." Your hand.