Then his head started to spin. Something more than Michelle’s hands were drawing him towards her pussy. Something like a drug, perhaps the hormones ...in the damp air was taking control of his body. He leaned over and started to lick up and down her lips.Michelle’s pussy lips loosened and started to part. She was breathing deeply. Jake started running the tip of his tongue deeper between her lips, and tasted her flowing juices. Despite the smell, they tasted surprisingly good. He started working. Ho rahi hai mai ek accha student tha ese karan usne mujhe bola to maine haa bol dyea usko , ek din mere sare flatmet apne preparation leave per ghar gye hue the or mai akela tha flat me to ankita ne call kye sir problem ho rahe hai to maine bola mere flat aa sakti ho ? Usne to phale mana kya phir mere samjhane per bo maan gye, bo mere flat ka door well baje or maine door khola oooohoo kya kayamat lag rahi the uska figure 32 28 34 tha aahahah mera land phir se salami dene laga mai apne aapko. ..oh shit, you're making me cum!" With a thrust of her hips her juices unleashed all over his face.When she stopped convulsing, she sat up and said, "I need your cock right fuckin' now!" He took off his shirt and she unipped his jeans, releasing his raging hard cock. She had him lie down on the bed and she straddled him. She took his cock in her hand and rubbed the precum all over her pussy lips. She then placed it inside her and lowered herself down upon it. She could feel its girth. We work the farm, raise children, and go to church.The only issue is the growing frailty of Abe. He wasn't young when The Day occurred and more years and the spiritual strife of keeping us together had taken its toll on his usually healthy life. More and more, Alan is leading church and preaching. Abe is still available to pray and offer counsel. He tells me that our community has passed its testing and its now up to us to live properly and grow over time. I like that idea. We have lost enough.