I swallowed the tablets gratefully, the cool liquid seeming to calm my stomach more with each sip.“Thanks Darla,” I whispered weakly as she guided... my head back to the pillow.“Just you relax there, Mary Beth,” I heard her far away voice say as I fell into an exhausted sleep.“Hey, time to wake up, sleepy-head!”I cautiously peeled one eye open, then the other, mindful of the way the light had stung earlier. Darla stood in the kitchen, apron on, two plates in her hands, the smell of eggs and bacon. Desperate Betty was so much wetter than all the young pussy Id been with. As I probed my tongue in and out of her pussy, I felt her splayed hands on my neck and hair, pressing and forcing my face deeper into her delicious cunt. She adjusted her legs, moved them over my shoulders and wrapped herself tightly to me. So tight, it felt like she was never going to let me go. Oh! Oh! Im going to . . . oh . . .CUM! I snaked two fingers deep inside her hot hole, jacking her off furiously, and began a. The street lights to the northward were obscured by a heavy shower, traces of which were drying off the slates of the sidewalk. The back yard was a well-kept lawn with a few clipped holly-trees. The land was enclosed for the use of the girls.On this rainy winter afternoon a car stood at the door of Griffen House. The car was that of Mark Griffen, Steve's younger brother who was married to Sandy and had two sons Peter and Paul. As we move indoor to observe the proceedings we see that. She didn't disappoint me as she quickly rattled off three more cums with my tongue up her ass and me trying to hang on to the most twitchy ass hole I've ever had the pleasure to tongue. Of course the egg deep in her pussy and the clitty massager I pressed into her cuntal opening seemed to help give her the extra push that was needed also. Finally, I got tired of kneeling behind her, so I had her move some pillows into the middle of the bed and lay face down across them. She had told me she.