My hand clamped over her pussy covered by a soaking wet silk thong. I started to grind the heel of my palm against Jass sensitive clit through the soa...ed thong. Jas threw her head back and groaned. I knew what she needed. I slipped my hand into the thong and I felt her juices against both sides of my hand. Her pussy was hot, I couldnt believe the heat it was throwing off. With one hand I stroked and squeezed her perfect tities, while my fingers slowly caressed her pussy lips. I parted the puffy. ’ Petey smiled toothlessly. He wore overalls, a white t-shirt and a John Deere hat, his face was wrinkled and leathered by dozens summers of harvests and two large warts sat on his nose. ‘Yup, she’s the pick of the litter. It seems like yesterday she’s wading in my pond on Sunday after dinner, two years old, skin and bones, and naked as a jaybird. Her mommy tanned her hide pretty good. Now she’s all growed up.’ ‘Isn’t that Maria Garcia in the red bikini?’ Mutt Hayes asked. Petey took a quick. The poor boy could barely walkand progress was slow.When we got to the bathroom, Susan rubbed the child?s welted, stripedbody with an antiseptic solution, which stung and made him cry some more. Thenshe produced a length of nylon cord tied in a loop at one end. The boyobviously knew what it portended because his tears took on fresh urgency, andhe begged for mercy. Susan, ignoring his pleas, passed the loop over his wristsand pulled it tight. She placed a low, wooden towel rack, which had been. We started dating regularly. That first dinner I was going to take her out on turned out to be dinner at her place. She had the left half of a one story duplex in Cotati and lived by herself. She rented it furnished, so the furniture didn't reflect her taste. I noticed that it even had old-fashioned shades instead of blinds. She had insisted the owner install curtains for the front window since it was next to the entry door. With the shades down you could still see shadows, silhouettes really,.