. Then he pulled my thong aside and spat a huge, chain smoking loogie right on my crack. It slowly went down and covered my puckering pleasure hole. H...is thick, working classfingers found their way inside of me.. Wet, and quickly.. I backed myself into the crude intruder, with a smile on my face.. and precum on the front of my panties. Then he dropped to his knees and immediately buried his crude face into my ass.. It was like sitting on a Picasso painting. The vibrations shot through my upper. At that he gave a grin and took his eyes off mine and looked down to his yellow stream of piss, I followed his direction of looks (I like to look at others cock to compare to mine.) my eyes followed the golden stream to the instrument that it came from, now I have seen some pricks in my 45 years but this was a stunner! it was long and fat for a young lad, It turned out to be 6 inches when asleep (9 and a half inches when I later took it in my mouth and put it down my throat), his hand would. Your finger grazes it and I let out a small moan. You smile at me and give a more definite stroke, rubbing past it and parting my lips. Your fingers begin to move up and down the length of me, slipping easily between my swollen lips, mixing our juices and you bring your soaked fingers up to my lips. "Taste us," you order, gently coating my red-lipsticked mouth and pushing the tips of your fingers slightly inside. I suck your fingers, eyes closed, tongue darting against your fingertips as my. She kept her Catholicism quiet. She’d been baptized in the Church on Martinique as an infant and had received some instruction from the priests and from her owner. Her faith had been shattered by the loss of her baby and whatever churchgoing survived her loss of faith had lapsed when she was taken from Martinique and sold to Amélie’s father not long after she’d given birth. Her new owner and his family were non-practicing Christians and did not care a whit about Sandrine’s religion. Here in.