The scores don't mean anything really, other than what one person thought at the moment. What does mean something, is that enough of you thought what ... did was good, and the 32nd re-write of "Wilderness Ordeal" a totally different story than either the original or the replacement, by the way, has been accepted for publication and will be in stores in the next few months.To those I extend my appreciation. To the other, you merely prove what Jesus told his disciples in John 15:20, "No servant is. I no she said my hubby tells me I'm a pro! After about 10 minutes or so mark pull her to he feet hes still sat down so her boobs are face level. He starts flicking her nipples with his tongue at the same time his hands running up the out side of her legs but in side her skirt as to raise in up exposing her perfectly shaved pussy. Oh my God yes he pokes his tongue out and leans forward and ever so gently places his tongue between her pussy lips! Babe you are sooo wet. After a few minutes my wife. Once again, Jean blinked, only to see if she's really seeing what she thinks she's seeing. Looking around, Jean notices that she's smack-dab in the middle of a mall intersection, lines of human stores going down long stretches on all four sides of her. A few humans are looking at her, talking to each other and making gestures towards her, but others just walk on by, as if it's normal to have a bright blue-skinned djinn in purple harem clothing at (according to the skylight above Jean). ‘Everything that was happening was clearly impossible in the real world’, Diana decided. ‘It had to be a dream and very soon reality must break through’. She saw Pamela spread open - her hairy pussy on full display. Diana accepted her fate numbly as fingers began groping her tits and tried to distract herself by looking at the black hands squeezing Pamela's breasts, in the lounge chair next to hers, as Colonel Binda himself forced his thick dick into the older woman. From every angle there.