Oh, sugar! Mrs. Rowe moaned. Umm, sugar, your mouth feels so good on my cooter! Oh wow, youre a natural rug muncher! You got me as excited as a hound ...dog worrying a bone! Oh sugar, here I go! Mrs. Rowe quaked on the couch, her head thrown back as she came hard. More tangy, spicy juices flowed into my mouth. I kept licking her as Mark pounded away at my cunt. Mrs. Rowe just writhed on the couch as my eager mouth gave her cum after cum until Mrs. Rowe shoved my face away. No more, sugar, she. What a sight she was, dressed up for the Chocolate Ball. Her hair was dark ringlets, and slow curls framing her smiling face. Even as she walked to the ball, a light snowfall dusted her hair with enchantment, so it seemed as if the stars in heaven twinkled in her tresses. Her neck was smooth, an enticing passage drawing the eye down, along her creamy flesh, to the softly inviting swell of her magnificent breasts. The dress cupped those delights well, lifting and holding her proudly, for. John came down the stairs in the distance, he had a towel wrapped around his waist, he said “I’ve just got out the shower, make a pot of Tea and ill be with you soon”.I must admit that John had a good body for his age.As John walked towards me down the hall his towel caught on the side table and the towel fell off.John was standing there quite naked, he did not say anything or go to pick up the towel, just silence.I looked at John he had a semi hard on cock, it looked very impressive. I think. Without a command, it seemed, she could do no more.She logged onto the terminal.The ads flashed on the edges of her sight, easily ignored distractions.Her search was going nowhere.There were thousands of Simons. Hundreds of sites were 'synthetic' and 'Simon' appeared together. Even when she added his face- what she could definitively remember of it- the results seemed infinite.She wasn't going to find him.Renee pushed the thought from her head. Of course she would. She had to. She had promised.