" My father says that your family were part of the original settlers in this valley. He also said that he had been hoping to buy your house when he mo...ed back to Ridgeline. He said it was the nicest house for miles around." Bunny, that's my brother, told me that someone had made inquiries about the house, that was four or five years ago. Funny that I never connected that with your father. Where did you end up living?" Just down the road in the gray house, with the big front porch. Daddy bought. It was much lighter than the black forest soil, and there were no plant fibers in it. I dumped it into a bag, which I sealed and labeled with my initials, the date, and a capital A. I marked the location on my sketch with an A. Then I did the same thing in another place, where the tan dirt hadn’t been dug up, and repeated the process, marking this one B. Finally I picked up a stick off the ground and dug out some of the forest soil away from the tan stuff and bagged it, labeling it C. I. I waited as he slowly made another tour around my position, taking his time as he observed the pose from all angles. I found myself holding my breath for the longest time, waiting, waiting for him to touch me, anywhere. My skin was tingling in anticipation as I continued to wait. Then, I caught, out of the corner of my eyes, a familiar object; it was the object I had learned to love because when ever he used it, a feeling of unbridled pleasure soon followed.I felt the soft smooth stroke of. I enjoyed the taste of her while Natalie sucked on my cock. She swirled that naughty tongue stud around my dirty dick, polishing my dick clean of her ass. She sent such pleasure through me that animated my actions.I licked. I lapped. I feasted on the virgin cunt before me.“Oh, Mrs. Marlow,” gasped Georgia, her voice so throaty. “This is... Oh, this feels so different. Oh, my.”“Just enjoy, honey,” I cooed.I licked and lapped and fluttered my tongue up and down her pussy folds. I caressed her. I.