Her beautiful lips, smooth hands, nice figure, long legs, high heels, and really nice perfume or body spray she was using.I called my Mother that nigh...t, telling her what the note said, but mostly telling her that I was in love again, in love with someone who didn't even want to spend an extra second with me at all. My Mother told me not to worry about the note, it might be a nice reward for all the good works I'd done so far in the company. And then she told me not to worry about Betsy either;. It was completely my fault and I knew it was not wise to be so transparent in lack of restraint.I closed my eyes for a period of time and managed to return to a state of relative calm.The passenger train was much more modern than the Union Pacific train I had boarded at the train station in Iowa after a transcontinental transit of the entire central portion of the lower forty-eight. I had noticed at the station that there were an assortment of railroad train services going to every nook and. The groaning blonde was completely on fire, running over with a hot lava flowing from between her chewing, gnawing snatch lips."Pussy," Elaine babbled incoherently as she felt Sam rub her cunt-lips together. As the sensitive flesh was rubbed and heated, Elaine began to feel an old familiar knot begin to tie up deep in her belly. Her hands flew around Sam's neck, pulling his mouth tighter onto hers. Their tongues lashed more frenziedly against one another as spit bubbled out of their mouths and. Claire had a unique taste; a musky touch of a spice like vanilla coupled with the sweetness and tartness of a lime. Every time I delved into her nest with my tongue, I felt so special and privileged to savor her juices. I wondered if God made redheads so they tasted especially good. When I told Claire that, only a couple of days earlier, she'd whispered, "I make all those juices just for you – for people I love, and I love you so much it almost hurts some days."Near my cock, I felt Ellen pull.