Ich widmete mich wieder meinem Buch, aber meine Konzentration – zumindest auf die Lektüre – liess stark zu wünschen übrig. Immer wieder schweif...e mein Blick ins Nachbarsabteil, zur fleischgewordenen Sünde auf zwei Beinen. Ihre Augen waren von einem leuchtenden Grün, das Abenteuerlust versprach. Ihr schönes Gesicht strahlte eine Reife aus, da fühlte man sich gleich irgendwo in italienischen Weinberge versetzt. Ihre vollen Lippen waren dezent in einer rötlichen Umbra geschminkt, aber strahlten. She dived again into my pussy and feasted there with all her skills. I was not able to hold it for long. Raising my hips I groaned. My groans muffled into the fleshy folds of her cunt. And I released flood after flood into her slurping mouth. Buried my face into her cunt I whimpered like a kitten. After licking for some more time, she got off me. I huddled into her bosom and she cuddled me and we kissed.“Sorry, Devika, I made you miss your practical class.” she apologized.“A better one we had,. They then attach chains to my legs as they go down both of the ends, my legs are spread so far part, I feel like I’m being split into. My butt is barely on the altar but not enough to make it uncomfortable.The guards leave as a servant approaches. I wonder what she is going to do, but then I realize she is unlocking the belt on my waist. She unfastens the belt and looks at the King and Queen. The King nods, and then the servant removes the object inside of my pussy. As she touches my pussy I. I called it. Still, Miss Catterick was of the age and generation that reckoned a women needed a man to cope with life – though she never felt that about herself, of course. She was one of the best women I ever knew. Kind, polite, and patient; I’m sure she died a virgin having willingly spent her life in the service of her God. It isn’t just Catholic nuns you see.Becky was eight stone of rounded, firm and luscious femininity. She dressed like a normal girl, short skirts and tight tops. I think.