The middle finger of her right hand was slipping and sliding in her little peach slit and the two fingers on either side were lightly grazing the outs...des of her fat, juicy pussy lips. “Oh, God!” she cursed to herself, “Where is Daddy Louis when I really need him?” As her fingers moved in more and more seductive motion, she thought back to that short visit seven months ago. She and Steven, then her fiancé, had driven cross country to meet his family before their wedding and moving to the. ***The three looked at the thing Ben was partially kneeling beside. "This is it?" The real thing?" You're not messing with us again, are you, Ben?" Honest! Pop got a lot of stuff at the estate sale of this weird collector. When he gets enough 'objet d'odditees', he's going to make a 'Museum of the Macabre" or a haunted house or something." "Another of his schemes to get tourists to come to this nowhere place," Ernest said."Anyway, this is supposed to be a "wish ball"." It doesn't look like a. She wondered occasionally if that made her a "black slut" or if Ethan's being black had anything to do with her loving it when Ethan fucked her. Missy had even begun to think about the possibility of moving in with Ethan if their relationship became serious enough. She was sure she'd run into conflict at home with her parents if she actually began living with Ethan, but she'd worry about that when the time came.On the night of her next date with Ethan, Missy decided to wear one of the sexy. I didn’t want to kiss her; I wanted tocome in her. My groan wasn’t from arousal, but ofdisappointment that she had pulled her wonderful mouthoff my dick.But I shouldn’t have worried. The finale was about tocome. (No pun intended.)Carla climbed up into my lap again and this time, facingthe bar she rose up and sank down on my saliva and pre-cum covered prick. The feeling of her pussy-walls form-fitting around my dick as she lowered herself on me waslike nothing I’d ever.