We can't stop watching. so pure and so dirty at the same time. we would do anything to be right there next to her. the other guy can fuck her. i don't...care. i'll just lick her feet. or lick her asshole while she is riding him. i'll lick her pussy after he is done. i don't care if i eat some cum. i'll suck his dick too. with her. anything. she is our sexy angel. but we can never have her. she is out of our reach. and we are still there, alone, naked on a chair, with our dick in our hand. even. We apologized to him for tramping through themand he was magnanimous in forgiving us. After a very bumpy hour longride, we came to a fairly substantial town. Peeking up from the back ofthe wagon, I could see some paved streets, a mill, a factory of sortsand some three story buildings. The old man drove in and parked thewagon near a two story yellow house on the edge of town. He made a bigshow of dropping off handfuls of flowers at the door and only re-emerged5 minutes later. He didn't say a. It all started this morning when he was still home. It was one of those times when he gets up behind me against the kitchen counter, pressing himself against my back, nibbling the back of my neck and reaching around to feel my breasts, squeezing and fondling them. But somehow, today has been different. Maybe it’s the sunlight streaming in everywhere and lighting up this house in the treetops, with all the windows open and all you can hear is the birds chirping and pecking, and singing. Usually. The pink plug stood out in stark contrast to her beautiful ebony skin. The last item that she had displayed on her body was a set of silver nipple shields shaped like the sun with its solar rays pointing out from her large erect nipples. Mark had positioned the settee and her body so that she was facing away from the door. Ingrid was already on a slow boil, not just due to the dildo stuffed into her hot twat which was set on low but due to Mark toying with her protruding clit to ensure she.