Gretchen said with a firm masculine voice, “OK baby it’s time to love me up good” as Gretchen’s hands held the top of her head and guided her ...own to her fully shaven pussy. Alma always stopped to work her way around Gretchen’s pussy by kissing her inner thigh where it met her pussy and then alternating by swirling her tongue around Gretchen’s outer labial lips and kissing all around Gretchen’s pubic mound. She placed her palm on Gretchen’s pubic bone and rubbed her by gently massaging the top. " What was the topic of today's sermon, Miss Conroy? I'm afraid I was not able to get there in time." He had, in fact, been with his favorite mulatto enjoying several acts usually termed "unnatural." He spoke at some length about married men and women, sir, husbands and wives, their duties and so forth." Anne produced a tiny smile."Really?" responded Vanmeter, producing his ornate snuff box and then thinking better of it and putting it back in his waistcoat pocket. He patted it and pulled the. With round hips and a bell shaped ass. He could see the curve of her breasts to the side. They were significantly bigger than the friend he had been sharing adventures with and she had bigger nipples, if the outline of her shirt was any indication. He was surprised she wasnt wearing a bra, as he thought she was when he first came into the house. Looking at her this way got him aroused a little, and he wondered what she was thinking about.He turned slowly around and stepped into the tub. It was. She came some more. Her body and her belly and everything else ruptured as she “wished” and “needed” more of what this deputy sheriff was providing her that day. “Oh my…ohhhhhh,” she clamored as she caught her breath and felt cum still trickling down out of her pussy. “How…where…uhhh…when did…ohhhhhh wow, where did you ever learn to do something like that to a woman? I mean…I feel as if I could…I feel as,” but she never told him and he cut her off. “As if we could make love?” he said, finishing.