I had died and gone to heaven, a man in his 60’s with an 18-year-old obliging female, what could I ever wish for again. I plunged my tongue in and ...ut of her fuck hole, trying to rub my nose on her clit, trying to encourage as much cream from her cunt as I could. My tongue could not get deep enough to please her, I pulled out and slid my two fingers in, curling up, seeking that rough patch in her vagina walls. She grunted, I was bang on, I pumped my fingers in and out, stroking that special. Maybe I could even get her to go with me, and see how I spent my nights while she worked. Maybe it would calm her fears.I noticed the car, but people were always parking in the wrong spot when they visited someone in one of the apartments. It stood out though, a BMW mixed with all the compact cars and old trucks. I was just happy to see ‘Nita’s car.I grabbed my bags in one hand and the rods in the other, balancing while I opened the door before finally letting the bag go and turning my key. It. "It-- it is very warming and soothing, yes," she whispered, "but you leave my Lord's vessel bared and defenseless." The better to accept my offering, Sister." He slid slightly upward and the length of his stiff rod came to rest along the folds of her labia.She gasped as the hot, pulsing flesh nestled itself between her labial lips. "Oh," she cried, "it-- it-- you t-touch the lips of the Lord's cup!" To offer them warmth, Sister," the boy whispered, his voice growing husky. "Does it not warm. [This is explained in another story.]However, they seemed to recognize us, and I got that uneasy sense of nasty intentions one often gets near such a group when you pass them. The way they went silent as we neared, and all stood there staring at us told me as well as my instincts, that something was up.A particularly cheeky young blond girl suddenly broke the silence as we passed, calling out in her cheeky common accent, "Hi Teresa! Aren't you saying hello to us?"Mum stopped and spoke to them,.