I feel her hands run over my shoulders as her fingers slide under the top of my shirt. I feel a hard pull against my body followed by the cool air rus...ing over my exposed breasts as she rips my top clean in two right down the middle. The riding crop appears over my shoulder as it begins to trace over my nipples, making them firm and tingle. She motions to two of the men over towards me who stand on either side of me. As she nods, they each take one of my breasts in their hands and begin to. Jean’s body began to respond, her hips began to slowly gyrate up and down as Angela’s tongue explored Jean’s pussy, always stopping at her clitoris to provide Angela her old lover with an extra sensation. Soon she only focused on kissing Jean’s swollen clitoris and slowly sucked it into her mouth as her tongue flicked across the top of her sensitive nub. Jean’s hips gyrated more rapidly now and it took some effort on Angela’s part to keep her sucking and licking going. Finally, she placed her. I saw clothes strewn about the living room...shoes, skirt, top, bra. I saw her panties placed on the end table. The crotch was wet and warm. I held it to my nose and sniffed. The scent of my mother's pussy sent my mind into a spin. Oh, how I wanted to fill them with my cum, but I knew the real thing awaited me in the bedroom. I noticed there was also a note on the table. It had been under her panties. It read: Do they smell good, baby? (Does she know me or what?) There's a deliciously erotic. He cut off her goodbye with a click of his Osberry and sat it face down on the table. His forehead immediately fell beside it."Mornin' LT, did I ever tell you how good you look in gold? " Sergeant Stan Carter had a bright smile that morning. He carried two steaming cups of coffee. He was still getting used to having a new partner. Vin Gonzales was no Jean deWolff, but the kid was eager. Stan wondered how Al had kept up with him. His old partner was perched behind a half century old desk. She.