” I said as I refilled her glass. I opened another bottle, refreshing my glass as well. She blushed. “You mean that?” she said, avoiding my star.... “Damn right!” I replied sitting down on the couch next to her. “If I wasn’t married, you and I wouldn’t be sitting here on the couch!” I jerked my head toward the master bedroom and smiled. She got my drift. “That’s awfully sweet of you to say that.” She leaned in to me, brushing her lips against mine. “Even if it isn’t true. But, again, what about. Eine schwarzweiß-kariertes Hemd mit tiefem Einblick ist unter den prallen Brutkugeln verknotet, darüber hängt locker eine kurze mit Fransen und Conchas verzierte Weste. Unter dem Stetson wippt das zum Pferdeschwanz gebundene hüftlange, weißblonde Haar. Am rechten Oberschenkel glänzte im tief geschnallten Holster der silberne Kavallerie-Colt und an den Cowboy-Boots mit den Silberspitzen klirren leise Stiefelkettchen. Die blank polierten, fast knielangen Schäfte spiegeln beim Aufklappen der. She struck me repeatedly and only stopped momentarily to turn to Donna, "Oh my, Miss Donna, it appears that I broke the skin. Should I stop?" I heard Donna reply, "Oh, hell no!" The beating resumed and continued until I heard Cindy cry out as she had yet another orgasm. I heard the crop hit the floor, then Cindy and Donna were both kneeling behind me, each caressing the welts on my burning ass. Damn! After they had finished inspecting Cindy's handiwork, Cindy walked back upstairs and. I knew what I wanted and how to get it. In a nice way, of course, it was all for love, after all.I also knew that, if John didn't make a quick move to lick me, I was going to gently prod (Hmm, choice of words??) him to give me oral. So many of my friends just go gaga when they talk about it. I wanted it but I wanted it from John.Oh, and I got it. Oh, I already loved John even before the tip of his tongue ever touched my pussy. Oh, but after…I was wild for him. When I pulled apart my pussy lips.