----- "So, do you think he'll change his mind?" Mr. Spiel asked. The old man looked like an inflated human pug that was stuffed into a blue suit and L...nn had a hard time maintaining eye contact with him. "Not immediately, no," Lynn answered. "He seems fairly certain of his convictions. I mentioned his neighbors. They won't sell unless he does but I told him they're prepared to sell right now." Mr. Spiel picked at a large spot on the back of his hand; a habit he'd formed over the years and one. A female body is so much more beautiful when it moves and no female body is more beautiful in my eyes than yours, my very own sweet Miss Rebecca. Try to relax, tune in to the music, move and gyrate a little. I watch as your tense muscles stand out on your legs and your torso. I smile as your large breasts begin to sway, yes you are right I am hypnotised by their beauty and fascinated by your erect, pink nipples. (Miss Rebecca, you must give me an exact and more detailed description of your. Then we French kissed with my tongue slipping deeply into her moist slit. I lapped at her strawberry flavored clit.My wife said, “It is extract. We all taste different. Mine is strawberry’”In the background the girls giggled and said, “Mine is cherry extract.” “Mine is peppermint extract.” “Mine is vanilla extract.”So after enjoying my wife’s pussy for a few more minutes I crawled on my knees over to the girls. My daughter was in the middle so I started with her. Cherry! My favorite! After I. Luanne felt strange; she was really getting into the music, extremely conscious of her naked, glistening body, and growing sexually aroused as well. Her exposed pussy was swollen, her nipples hard. She was beginning to really work at putting on the nastiest and most obscene sexual display that she could. She had never felt quite that way before...The girls had had plates of brownies and Cokes before the meeting began, and Luanne's brownies had been heavily laced with powerful Afghan hashish..