Shewanted their joy, their approval and most of all, their love. To thinkof them as some sort of abomination that should be turned away at thedoor, t... even allow thoughts like that hurt and shamed her. Now her own ghosts came back to haunt her. These ghosts were demons shehad been unable to keep in their graves. She had tried to exercise themwith wooden stakes of logic and cloves of rationality. But every nowand then they escaped their tombs, like now, and plagued her withmemories of her. As he dashed to the door his mom asked him to check that his wallet with his euros was in a safe place and his passport was readily available for examination. Andrea kissed her son on the cheek and waved until the Mondeo disappeared from view.The flight to Marseille took just over two hours. Tom Anderson went to pick up the Citroen car he had booked as part of the holiday package and before long they were cruising through the French countryside. The gite was in a tiny village where several of. “Kiss me on my pussy!” Louise gasped.I’d never kissed a girl’s cunt before. I gave Louise’s sex mound a good long kiss and lick, ruffling her brown cunt hair with my tongue, getting the tip of my tongue between her wide open vagina lips. I kissed and licked her breasts too and she moaned and quivered with sex pleasure while I fingered her pussy at the same time. Then she knelt wide legged on the edge of the bed facing me.“Do it with your cock, over me,” she said softly. I stood in front of her. As I would lean farther back against the sink the more she would deep throat my cock . This lady knew what she was doing when it came to sucking a cock. She would do it with passion and the love of it I could tell. I grabbed her head with my fingers and found her hair to be silky smooth as my hands held on to as much red hair as I could . I began to pump my hips as I held on to her head firmly and fuck her in the mouth. Her hands and arms never once attempted to stop me they stayed.