She moaned again, and shifted her hips forward. Her thighs parted and with a quick gesture my fingers found their way into the side of her panties. I ...lided a finger down her slit, and felt her dampness immediately. "Oh my - somebody's pussy is all worked up," I said, slipping a finger inside and working it against her clit. Breathless, she pushed her jeans down to her ankles and yanked her blouse up over her breasts. They spilled out to the sides, soft tanned globes capped with brown areola. But when the husband leaves the room it's me and my 15" pecker they go after. Dem husbands don't understand why their a baby not look quite right.Well the ship set sail August 16, 1640. The trip was rather bumpy and we hit a storm about two days after leaving. I think some men died or what not. Oh well, out with the weak. My wife was scared but I comforted her. My wife, I found at one of them new all girl's school, she seemed to have a really nice body for babies. She slim but has good hips for. ‘Take a look at these and tell me what they have in common.’ Scaning over the photos, I remembered each session vividly. Every one of them had been taken at the end of punishments to help me learn from my mistakes. Learn I did, for there was nothing I dreaded more than a caning. Angry red welts criss-crossed my bottom. Still, there were plenty of other pictures that were essentially the same. Some of them had even been taken during the same sessions. I puzzled back and forth, looking for the. There was no more space. Cum was squirting out of her pussy as he took his cock out. He was fucking her for so long that when he took his cock out it almost felt as if something that supposed to be there wasn’t there anymore. When he was done he looked at her and softly growled. She was too scared to move. He got up and slowly walked out the broken door. “I locked the door, how didn’t I notice him brake in?” she asked herself. It was only when the breeze hit her wet vagina and sweaty skin.