I hadn't bagged an Indian lady yet. They just refused my offer and paid the fee.In this case, Priya accepted my offer ... and that is how I came to be...laying between her spread thighs with my tongue probing between her dark engorged pussy lips. She was wet ... getting wetter by the minute from my efforts.She had quite a fluffy haired mound but she had been shaving around her pussy lips so I didn't need to part the forest to find her river of juices.I thrust my tongue between her wet lips and. Guiding him in, I sank down much easier than the first time, supporting myself with my hands around his neck as I began to bounce up and down on him, now doing my best to clench my sphincter and buttocks to give him a tighter fit, all pain having gone long ago. Lex thrust up to meet my descent, and I allowed one of my hands to explore his firm chest, and bent my head down to kiss him on the lips, his hands squeezing my buttocks, until I got so lost in his kiss that I just let him thrust up into. As she eases herself down, I can nolonger reach her tits with my mouth. I cup her right breast inmy left hand while my right arm circles her waist. With a flexof my thighs, I thrust my prod into her to the hilt. The grip ofher silken pussy upon my cock is sheerest bliss. For a moment we stay like this, my cock in her wet pussy asfar as it will go, my fingers pinching and rolling her nipple. Then, she eases herself up and I lower myself back to the floor. As she lets gravity pull her down. The priest just did what Rugenberg told him, but I'll watch him anyhow. I hope that Arnulf will find a good preacher for us."It was three days later, and Joerg had just completed the inspection of the dungeon. He cursed himself for not thinking of that earlier. The gaoler had left, with the soldiers, and nobody had thought of feeding the prisoners. They were in horrible shape, almost crazy with thirst.Two of the prisoners were Lutheran preachers who refused to vow allegiance to the Pope..