Sandra pulled off my skirt and panties with one motion and dove down and started hungrily ravishing my pussy. Her licks and sucks felt amazing, and I ...especially liked the way she darted her tongue in and out of my cunt. She lapped up my honey like a dog, just like in my fantasy. The images of my fantasy flooded my mind and I could feel a strong climax building inside of me. Before I went though, Sandra inserted her fingers inside of me and stroked the inside of my vagina, finding my g-spot. He remembered her stone face as the kids at school made fun of her lunch, or made fun of her, and imagined her wearing that same stony look at her parent's funeral. It was too much, and he folded in on himself, collapsing onto the desk, sobbing.Eventually he pulled himself together and sat up. He turned back to the computer and read the article again. The police denied that racism had been a factor? Why do that? It almost proved that it had been.He heard a noise from his door, and turned to. I started making the preparations for my master’s lunch that I would drive down to her office. As it was cooking in the oven, I quickly did all of my chores. It finished baking as soon as I finished my chores. Master left a note to wear whatever I wanted because she wouldn’t have much time to play with me, because today was a very big and busy schedule for her as well. This of course made me sad, because my pussy was already craving her cock. I dropped her lunch off and she kissed me goodbye. I. I cleared the snow from around the generator exhaust but I knew it would not remain clear, so the generator was out of the question. Since the diesel exhaust was run through the back corner, unless it drifted 12 feet high we could run the engine.I was shivering by the time I got back inside. The wind chill would probably be near 80 below. The moisture from my breath was causing frost to form around the scarf I had around my face. The diesel complained but turned over and fired. As I watched the.