Vincent got right between my legs and licked the sweet and tangy juices that were pouring out of my sweet and succulent pussy. His tongue was lapping ...t me like a hungry kitten. His tongue was licking my pussy in circles and then he pushed his tongue through my flimsy pussy lips. His tongue felt so good in my cunt. I was bucking my pussy into his face. “You eat pussy so good. My pussy is on fire. I want you to fuck me. Will you fuck me Vincent?” With that Vincent stood up and ripped his. "Come on. The bedrooms are upstairs." I led him through the house."It's nice," Ronald said, looking around. The place was old and more of an English Manor than a real farmhouse. "Your parents must be rich, huh?" My parents are dead," I told him bluntly. "So don't talk about them, okay?" Sorry," he swallowed hard and looked down because I was staring at him. "So are mine." Oh," I frowned at that and felt bad inside. It was easy to forget I wasn't the only person who had ever lost anything."I. We don’t know how.”“Well, you can do each other. There’s less of a chance that you’ll cut yourself that way. There’s shaving stuff in the bathroom. Spread a towel on the bed and spread your legs. Your partner will shave you and then you’ll shave her. While you’re shaving, I’ll explain how we’re going to film this movie.”They got the needed items from the bathroom and started shaving. As they did, Fred described the plot.“The story is about two underage girls . . . By the way, how old are you. I decided to make Charles tell me more about himself. He described himself as a sort of corporate problem solver which he claimed to be less difficult than it sounded as his clients always seemed to know what they should really be doing and the only challenge was to persuade them to accept it. "Are you persuasive then?" I asked. Charles made no reply. I looked up at his blue eyes staring back at me and knew that all he needed to do was look at me with those piercing blue eyes and I would do.