And her pubes were almost black and thickly covered her cunt. A cunt Rosie knew she would soon get to know intimately.Mary studied the young body lyin... before her. The small tits, nipples already hard in anticipation. The flat belly with its cute belly button. The raised pubic mound, the soft, almost invisible down that covered it. The puffy, pink, cunt lips just waiting for her attention.“Just close your eyes, my angel, and let auntie give you more pleasure than you have ever known,” Mary. As Lauralee's brother, he could hardly approve of extra-marital affairs or so she naively thought."Not quite," John answered, seating himself on the arm of her chair and placing his arm over her shoulder, "that's why I called you over, honey. It seems there's a matter of a little more... collateral... that has to be put up." The pretty nervous bride stiffened and looked from one man to the other."But you promised--! Don't think you can back out of this, John Blodgett. I intend to hold you to. I stripped my clothes off and she pulled her nightie up so I could eat her ‘taco’. She was very loud, which made me work harder. I spent several minutes with my face buried between her legs. She had shaved down there and was very smooth. She started rubbing herself as I licked and fingered. She finally was satisfied, gushing and soaking my face and the bedsheets. She kept rubbing until finishing. It was pretty hot watching her shake uncontrollably. I moved up between her thick thighs. She. She couldn’t beat the system — because the system was gone. So, in Sara Wood’s shadowlands, she knelt on the altar of poverty, and of justice for all. On any given day, like today perhaps, her face poised before urine tinged khaki trousers, she sucking the three inch dick of a fat, smelly man named Bob, whose plastic name tag identified him as an employee of the New Life Christian Family Bookstore. Bob had Sara Wood’s hair grasped tightly in his hands, and he was pulling on it roughly, calling.