”She pointed towards her slit and smiled lewdly. “Like to wash my pussy?” I then realized that she hadn’t yet washed her cunt and it was still...coated with our spending. In fact, I could see the white thick liquid had trickled along her thighs, almost near her knees. Some of it was washed when she was tending my cock. I gave her a lecherous smile. “My pleasure sis.”I kneel before her bringing my face in level with her hairy cunt. I took a mug full of water from the bucket and began rinsing her. If you've never read "Coffee, Tea, or Me" you've missed out. If you fly a lot, find a copy and have a bunch of laughs! It's extremely well written - at least I think it is. But it is also very dated! (like in old)Her penetrating emerald green eyes were amazingly intensified by her very long, darkish, natural blond hair. You could tell that if she spent some time on the beach she'd look like a typical California "surfer girl"; a wet dream "on the hoof".Dropping well past her waist, her shiny. Béla found herself performing this ritual several times a day, using fresh vials each time as more were brought for her to fill. Mounted volunteers took the diluted healing elixir out into the countryside to help any of the local farmers that still lived. Within three days, the wasting disease was completely eradicated within a day’s journey in any direction. The death toll had been terrible. Over the winter months, the wasting disease had consumed more than half of the outlying population. But. Jessica pulled me all the way to the floor, on top of her, as she dropped onto her back. As I tried to get up, Samantha took several pictures of me laying on top of Jessica.As I finally made it to my feet, Samantha disappeared around the corner, and Jessica stepped inside my house. I followed Jessica into my living room and sat in my chair, across the room from Jessica, who was now seated on my sofa. I asked Jessica why she kicked me and pulled me on top of her. As I asked, I remembered.