The thoughts of her had become paramount in my masturbation fantasies. Every time I rubbed my little pussy I would imagine her showing me how much fun... it could be to have sex with an older lesbian woman. I would love to have had sex with her. But the chance never came about. She had moved away and I stop doing gymnastics and spent more time running.So I missed our private sessions and her touches, and all of the hidden sexual fun we used to have together.As I ran through the park, admiring the. There I lay Stacy down on the floor and tell her it's my turn to please her. I start kissing her soft lips and tender neck. I start my way down to kiss her heaving chest and softly suck on each one of her nipples. They are hard, red, and a firm ½" long. I lick and nibble on each of them until she begs me to stop. I stop only to begin my way down to her silky folds. When I arrive at the prize pussy between her legs, I’m in for another surprise. There is a small tattoo just above her neatly. Brad yelled out, “Holy Shittttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt” and was cumming deep inside my woman. Mo started cumming then too, “Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk” as her arms went around Brad’s neck then and held on for dear life.Sarah and I rolled to our sides, with me behind her, watching these two engrossed in their orgasmic bliss. After a few minutes of rest, I got up and got us all some water again. Sex has a tendency to make you thirsty, and no one wanted. "There is a Balm in Gilead"I knew this old spiritual. I had the record with Ms. Price singing it. I had only sung it in my house, with my piano, but I was so ready. He wheeled his chair over to the ebony piano."What is is your key, dear?" A flat, please"He hit a run and then five or six of the most perfect gospel chords. I had come over there thinking I was going to have to prostitute myself to get my rent paid. Now I was getting a treat I had not come close to expecting."There is a balm in.