Marylou began to lick at the soft, smooth flesh of Rachel's inner thighs as she gazed at her pussy. Her tongue moved higher, slowly working up toward ...he foaming cunt slot for which her mouth was watering, but going slowly--hungry for the feast but not wanting to rush it, prolonging the pleasure of the anticipation. She also wanted to make it as good as possible for Rachel. This was the first time that Rachel was going to get her pussy eaten out and if Marylou did a good job of it, she knew. I claimed I had blinked, a lie, and asked to take it again. This time, with her completely behind me, I lifted my dress and got the shot with my erection on display. “Thanks, Jen,” I said, safe that she would not understand the true reason for my thanks. One of my long standing desires was nagging at me. “Would you mind something that is a little bit,” I hesitated, unsure what to say, “different?” “That depends what it is.” It was a fair answer. “Would you let me take one of me kneeling. "Is it true that you threatened him at your reunion before you were locked up on a DUI?" Yes I did. The bastard slept with my wife," I said, the anger in me rising again."Were you coming here to kill him?" No, why? Is he dead? I was going to beat the shit out of him but I wasn't going to kill him. I don't have any weapons on me. You know that from searching me. Now, what the hell is going on?" Mr. Morrison, Mrs. Brady killed her husband early this morning. She called 911 after shooting him. The. It gave her a feeling of powerlessness and was that always uncomfortable. So she mercilessly drilled Todd ignoring, as usual, his complaints.They were in the middle of some more lessons when the phone started ringing. However, they just let the machine get it, revealing on the message that it was Jordan. And, he wanted to be called back."That's great! Shit!" Lyndsay took a deep breath, "You'll have to do it. Just be careful, Todd." First I need a cigarette," Todd muttered. Being his mother and.