Well I had answered the phone and my wife was nowhere around at that moment so at last Snake Lady and I had our moment in the “sun” to tal...k.And to make that conversation a long story short we discussed getting “Little Woman” back over there and see if she’d like to have some more of ol’ Buster!What made it all even more disgustingly perverse as hell, was the very fact that Snake Lady had said “If you want I’ll even let you clean her out. It's like it's natural for you" I remarked."Thanks Dad. I really enjoy it. I'm surprised I didn't start earlier since you've skied so long." You're mom and I decided when you were born that we would not push you into anything you didn't want to do. Your mother doesn't like to ski. She says there's too much to remember and too many cloths to wear. " I understand why mom would say that. It's really a great sport once you get by all the hassles." she replied."Have you tried snowboarding yet" I. I licked harder and harder, like I was in the desert and she the last source of water. I finger-fucked her harder, my palm slamming into her ass. Jean responded rhythmically. Her groans and grunts started out low and travelled up the scale, as her golden pussy flexed against me more and more.Finally, she let out one long cry, and with a fistful of my hair mashed my face into her cunt. After she came she lay on that kitchen table, pants and torn boxer shorts down around her ankles, positively. " and took it out of my rear andput it briefly into my mouth where I slobbered over it. "Enough of that!You are so distracting Michelle! Now get up and shave your face again. Iwant no trace of hair there."I'll skip most of the other details of Jeri prepping me, but I learnedwhat the rubber hoses were for...and felt very much cleansed, inside andout. There's a different type of intimacy of having someone push arubber hose into your upturned bottom as compared with sex. Even more ofa surrender of.