And, being a bit hesitant, knowing I was married to Karissa's mom, I wasn't sure how to answer it. Little did I know, Karissa would openly admit to me...she'd seen me eat her mom out, and thought it was pretty fucking hot.When Sharise entertained the idea of me going down on her, I found it appealing because first of all, I liked younger girls her age, second of all, I'd never done anything with a black girl (which she was), and third of all, the fucking body on her would stop a truck in motion.. " I answered. Her asking me if I really wanted to see was like going into a store to buy a lottery ticket and the clerk asking if you want the winning one. She hesitated for a moment once again. She then reached down and undid her pants and pulled them off. She then walked over to me as I sat in the kitchen chair and straddled my lap facing me. She took the vibrator and slowly touched her womanhood, gently running it up and down her moistening lips. I could see the juices glistening on the tip. I was sad, but still okay, I didn’t really feel like forcing her. So we continued the cuddle and kissing. In less than five minutes, she put her hand inside my pants and undressed me completely, and started jerking my dick. All this while our lips were still kissing, I put my fingers into her panties and started fingering without removing her bottoms. The moment I put my finger 2 fingers into her pussy, she jerked and broke the kiss. She then just slowly slid down on the bed, and I started to. "The pub isn't all that big," No but our garden is," Jennie said. "So you call these people now" - she handed George a slip of paper with a name on it written in the Rector's neat and altogether illegible hand, followed by a phone number that could be deciphered - "they are the people that provided the tents for the big church do last year. 'Efficient and reasonable' the Rector's wife called them."George picked up the phone, but then put it down again. "Jennie, sweetheart," he said. "How many.