Both girls just looked at me and smirked as I described my day.“I went over to Brigitte and Becky’s house and we played cowboys in their backyard,...�� I said.Patty said, “If you went to their house you probably played cowgirls, not cowboys” and she giggled.I agreed that was right and Mr. B asked what the difference was between “cowgirls” and “cowboys.” I said that in “cowgirls” the girls get to be the bosses. He asked, “Well, if they were the bosses, what were you?”I answered that I had been the. Her cute, chubby, navel was on display. I knelt down and started kissing and sucking her navel.She pushed my head further into her tummy. It was time to release her boobies. I usually have an affinity for boobs. When her melons came out, I became an unrestricted animal and started sucking and squeezing her boobs.She had suppressed moans and started biting her lips. She ran her fingernails all over my hair. Those melons had hickeys because of my vigorous sucking.Even her light brown nipples had. It confused her, infact her feelings in general were confusing her.Mister Arnold was busy in his office all morning and there was a steadystream of phone calls and visitors. She had to go to the little windoweach time the bell was rung and take money and give invoices, givedirections up through the site, or bring Mister Arnold's businessassociates into the office to wait to see him.All of them were men and all of them looked her up and down and leeredat her, she was constantly feeling. So I invited him over to my place. It was fun to unzip him for the very first time, and to just look at and hold his BBBC. When his nine-inch black cock first slid into me, I knew this was the man I wanted. Forever and always, just fuck me like this, keep fucking me this way, and I will be a deliriously happy woman. For all of my remaining days.He has fucked me every day since, often several times a day. I love waking up and sucking him and riding him. I love when he puts me on my back - or.