Pulling aside her pussy lips, I found her pink love button straining to receive my tongue. All the time she kept moaning and twisting as I licked her ...sensitive button. Her gyrating hips made it hard to keep my lips around her enlarged organ. Once I had started serious sucking on her little knob, she seemed to fall into a dreamlike state. She put both legs over my shoulders closing her eyes as I left her clit to caress her pussy lips. I spread them further apart to explore her inner secrets with. Bethany was sitting in the little alcove tossing flower petals into the lake. "I'll bet she's thinking about me while doing 'he loves me, he loves me not'," Rodney thought. Judging by the number of petals and stems in the water she had gone through most of the patch of black eyed susans on the lakeside. He had been building up to this moment all weekend. Subtle hints, gentle touches, quiet comments meant to be overheard, they would all culminate in his cock blasting off inside this tender young. He liked this blond look on her. made her look more of the whore she was. Her dark eyes stayed to the floor, her submissiveness sent blood rushing to his groin. At the age of 35 she was a stunning woman. at least now she was. ten years ago when he had started his company and hired her to run installs in the field she had been an overweight black haired woman that he had paid little mind to. After a few co workers heckled her about her weight she had begun to work out after shifts, change her. I hear him go back to the sink, messing around with cupboards and cups as the water runs. “Here,” he says, and I open my eyes. I take the Tylenol from his hand and the glass of water, swallowing it down without question. When I set my cup down he starts wiping my face. “Why are you doing this?” I ask him quietly. He stops the hot rag and looks at me. “Are you kidding?” he asks, and starts wiping again. I shrug, and he sets the rag down. “Chanel, don’t fucking ask me shit like that. You know.