When they reached the bed, Ryan pushed her back and let her fall. Then he went to his knees and quickly lifted her legs to his shoulders. His head ben...d forward and his mouth found her very wet and swollen lips."Oh Jesus," she gasped.He tried not to compare the two women but it was impossible. Ms. Baker's juice was thicker and her inner lips were more pronounced than Sandra's was. Her juice was also stronger, but he thought that was probably because she had been exercising. Still, he was amazed. Her free hand cupped below one breast catching the excess. She smoothed the sleekness over a breast, then running her hand in the deep divide of the firm globes to the other breast. She slowly, caressingly oiled her bosom. She smoothed the oil down her stomach to her mons. She squirted some on her pelvis and let it stream down her legs. She set the bottle at her feet. She ran both hands down her stomach to join at her cervix. She murmured with pleasure moving her hands down her thighs. Bending. As she steered the Suburban toward the mall she thought about ways to get out from under the blackmail of Hank and Jim. The one she would have loved to do was to shoot both of them in the cock and balls, but as much as she would have enjoyed that she didn't really want to go to jail because of it.Hank managed to ruin her Wednesday without saying a word. He sat on the front seat, leaning against the door and just watched her. She knew he was planning something and she was certain that she wasn't. It would be a miracle if Gwen haven’t heard this banter. Then I realized what I just did. I shouted at Mom. Mom who took care of me and provided every thing I needed, alone after Dad’s death when was five. Even If she was terribly wrong, I should have known better than this. I went back and sat beside her. She still looked perplexed. I sighed and said, ‘Sorry Mom. I shouldn’t have shouted. But you’re wrong, I know Gwen is fragile. I never thought of anything more to do to her then comfort her a.