Granny said ya make HER sing like a meadowlark. I need a singing lesson or two, myself. PLEASE!"They dried off, and went to the bed. She felt a small ...ortion of his strength, when he picked her up as easily as she picked up the infants in the nursery. He laid beside her, kissing her, and holding her so tight it was if she was in a cocoon. He was as gentle and strong as any man she had known. Granny was going to get a kiss from her, tomorrow. Small thanks for what she was feeling, now.She felt. He began to pull off his velvet trousers and Moroccan shirt, the alcohol coursing through his bloodstream feeding his lust and anger. "You stupid American cunt! I know you're as hot as I am! And you're gonna see how a real man fucks!"The intoxicated redhead stared at the long thick penis that sprang rigidly out from his hair-covered loins. This couldn't be happening, it just couldn't! She closed her eyes, suddenly feeling completely disoriented from the combination of alcohol and hash. Then, as. Now that you mention it, I am thirsty. Water, juice, I don't care, anything."He took the time to prepare a beverage of mixed fruits and served it in a huge glass filled with crushed ice. He had a glass of cranberry juice for himself.They toasted one another."To a real man," she said holding her glass in the air."To the lovely Rosa," he began "a lady in public and a slut in bed!" Oh..." and then his words sank in and she shrieked, "You bastard!" But her anger was muted for she carefully placed. His hand finds the plug and he bumps it sending a wave of pleasure through me. He grips it and slowly pulls it but does not remove it just fucks my ass with it. This is driving me crazy with lust. I whimper and wiggle until he stops. His warm hand moves to my sex and he plays softly with my quim, rubbing my engorged and extended clit. I’m biting my lower lips struggling not to cum again. Just when I start to ask for permission he stops, unzips his trousers and removes his hard cock. Then he.