My tongue looking for its way as I kiss and taste you. Every sweet taste making my heart race. Pushing your knees wider and trying to seek deeper insi...e you. The dark around me and your heat burning under it. Hearing the bed give more and more as you shift I keep seeking out your sweet taste with my tongue. Crawling to you as you try and move away in your own blackness. Hearing and feeling the bed shift as I come to you. My breathing deep and as soon as you are on your back my mouth comes to. " She returned hesitantly, "Ok Master..." She then eased up a little."Good." I praised her placing my finger back on her hole,"Just like before, if you relax and trust me, this may be pleasurable for you."She just bit down on her lip as I then pushed the tip of my finger right into her tight hole, I felt her muscles in her ass ease a little, but not much."Oh it's very tight too..." I told her, as I carried on gently rubbing the musky walls inside her ass. I then eased my finger in a little more. She could remember crying through most of the funeral and was only able to stop when David was giving the eulogy. “…It’s important that we remember John Jr. and Deborah for how they lived. John was my best friend and the brother I never had. He stopped some guys from beating me to a pulp in college. He was a kind and forgiving brother, a mother’s baby boy, a loving husband and father.” He went on to talk about them and portrayed my mother, Deborah, as an angel with a temper and a hard head.. ”Ernie, the old man, raised his end of the tree. He did something that let the tree fall without hitting the ground. At the abrupt stop, snow and needles showered the muddy ground. He did that twice more. Each time, fewer needles fell.Lisa nodded and held out a thumbs-up.Ernie tugged at the tree, and we were moving.I followed him, still shocked to see Lisa here. I was even more surprised she didn’t tear out of there screaming. Everyone in town believed I had attempted to rape her, no matter how.