I spread her a little wider and began licking her rosebud hole. She tasted so sweet. Then I stuck my fingers into her pussy and began finger fucking h...er fast and hard. My other hand was playing with her clit. I then stuck a finger in her ass and began fingering it.She too began to scream and squirm and buck her hips. It was hard for me to stay up with her rhythm. I pulled my finger out of her ass and stuck my tongue in. All I heard was “OH SHIT! Tongue my ass bitch”!I did and fingered her pussy. I thought you were all about making money,” she commented.“Oh I am, I’m just not about making money to have it rot in some storage locker,” I said.“Good,” she commented.After a quick look around inside, Sarah looked out the side window. Is that a chicken house?” she asked.“No it’s a barn disguised as a chicken house. I store my lawn equipment in there. I also have a guest house in there. Not that I’ve ever needed it,” I admitted. “l can’t offer you a drink, but I can offer you a hit on my. In chapter two, I related how I confessed my transgression to my husband. I confessed it in excruciating detail. And although he was furious, the details of what happened at the hotel, aroused Jim. I am forced to face my assailant: About a month later, Jim brought the subject up again. “The guy you fucked in Chicago, do you still have his telephone number?” “Denziel? I think it is more accurate to say, he fucked me, rather than I fucked him. And he fucked me up pretty good with you, too, if I. Finally Jake stood up. ‘Sunny, will you clean up and put food away?’ Jake asked. Sunshine nodded and Jake stood up, grabbed Ashira by the hand and pulled her towards his bedroom. ‘I’m sorry, I can’t wait any longer,’ Jake groaned, pulling his clothes off of his body before moving on to Ashira’s clothing. The buttons on the blouse Ashira was wearing flew across the room and she pushed her skirt away eagerly. Jake lifted Ashira into his arms before placing her on the bed and plunging deep inside..