A smile grew across the gentleman’s face, gaze still maintained with the scantily clad woman before him.“Is he mute?” Valira asked Karla while l...eant in; hand shielding her lips from a side profile, palm facing towards him with her focus still in his direction.“Oh no, my voice is quite fine actually,” he replied with a smooth, southern accent.“Could’ve fooled me,” Valira folded her arms and leaned on the doorway looking up at him. A direction her head was not used to swiveling in. Karla. ’ ‘Hmmmm. Well it’s your business and I certainly can’t advise you. But, Megan, in life, single or married, there are dreadful hurts and anguishes over the horizon waiting to ambush you. We women don’t feel things the same way as men do. We feel and experience things totally differently. What we want, sometimes what we need can’t be gained alone. Most of us need someone else at times. Not selfishly, not to use, but to be with, to cherish. We always hope that it will be with someone who feels. The woman's bald beaver glistened with slippery invitation. "Show us how you ate Bekki the other day, " the handsome Gilberto urged her. Marisa didn't need much prodding. Her nose followed the scent of Bekki's fragrant pussy, drawn to its irresistible power. She placed her palms on Bekki's smooth, shapely thighs then ran her tongue along the length of her hairless labia. Bekki's cunt blossomed at her touch, engorging and opening with anticipation. With one perfectly manicured finger, she. .Please do it, Please me." I managed to say it afterwards but i permanently interrupted myself with moans and gasps of joy, my lips dry from the moaning i gave them a flick over with my moist swishing tongue. He continued down into my knickers, spiraling around my shaven mound. Mean while his left hand was stroking my breast. Stroking my nipple under the soft silk of the fabric. It was amazing. The sensations he was giving me. My groans were slowly turning into muffled plea's for him. My wet.