.you are such a lover”“Yes son.. yes..so nice..yes, son…….son……your tongue is magic……yes son……do it more……it feels good son, y...s……son……son….yes…”I started to suck her pussy now and started to fuck her deeper and deeper with my tongue. I was feeling her pre-cum and it was tasty.She was so wet. She was making a lot of sounds, “Yes son, what a pleasure you are giving son. I have no guilt anymore and will do anything for this pleasure.”“Yes son….suck your mother’s cunt..yes..son..feel your. Rubbing, kissing, feeling and enjoying every inch of her body, I worked my way up to her magnificent breasts, spending a lot of time on each of them. After finishing my massage, I ask if I could get on the table with her. I straddled her belly and planted my nut sack directly on top of that cute little bush. My rigid cock was just above her belly and pointing at her face. I continued playing with her boobies as she started stroking my cock again.It was so hot to feel her hands (yes she was. In the tavern he found Stud Farrell stacking up dirty dishes for the slave woman in the kitchen. "Got another one, sheriff. Stage driver brung it in yesterday on his way north." From under a bottle Stud produced a folded piece of brown paper with "C. Bell" scribbled on the outside.The message inside was just two crudely printed words: GIL DED."Damn," said Alexander Beall loudly, crumpling the paper. He stalked out of tavern, pushed open Annie's door and said, "See you soon," untied his horse. We said our goodbyes and wish them a safe journey and to convey our blessings to the newly married couple.The next morning, the day started as usual. We had our breakfast and later my husband and the kid left for work and school. I got busy with the house cleaning. I was doing my chores when the doorbell rang.I went to check the door and looked through the keyhole. To my surprise, it was Rakesh standing outside carrying a backpack.For a moment, I froze and my heart started beating fast because.