Stillholding the ****, I held it just behind the smooth headand I began rubbing the tip right across her lips. Itold her to open up and as she did, I ...feed just the headinside. Her tongue licked all over the head up to myfingers. I than feed her a few more inches which allowedher to really start using her whole mouth.Soon she had as much of this large **** as she could fitin her mouth. I began pumping the **** in rhythm withher sucking. With my other hand, I resumed playing withher dripping. Going back and forth wiggling my fingers. She was moaning a little louder now. I started to blow air onto her clit. She seemed to enjoy because I felt her get wetter. I then started licking and nibbling on her clit and going faster with my fingers. I spread her pussy lips open. And stuck my tongue inside. She moaned and I flicked my tongue fast as she played with my hair and shoved my head into her body so my tongue would be deeper. I slowed down and climbed back up to her. I took off my shirt. You unbutton your shorts and unzip then, you open them up a little, and you do not take them off, just expose our panties and pussy to me. I spray the water onto your panties as you slide your hand into your shorts and stroke your pussy through your wet panties. You pull then down a little so I can see how your wet panties form to your pussy lips and how the material is slightly between your lips. You look better than anything we just planted. I want you now my flower.Her:My pussy is so. I stormed into the house, shouting Hawthorn's name. I heard a noise in an adjacent room, so I headed for it. The door was closed, but not locked. I threw it open, only to be met by the sound of a pistol shot. I guess that he had shot were he expected me to be, rather than waiting until he actually saw me, because the bullet missed my head and buried itself into the door. I had thrown the door open, but I had not stepped into the room—that was what saved my life.I was holding a cocked .44-40.