I used my middle finger to part her labia and began running it from top to bottom of her sweet outer depths, fingering the opening of her canal with e...ach pass. Her body shook for a few moments, and then she leapt off of my lap, grabbing my hands and pulling me to my feet. She quickly pulled my shirt up and off over my head, pulling it from me and tossing it onto the floor. I reached for her to remove her gown, but she was faster than I, and was unzipping my khaki’s and pushing them to. ."As I said this to her I began to press my sex against her foot. She struggled to get away but in the drooping hammock, and armless, she had little ability to maneuver, and so there was little she could do to prevent me from pulling my skirt over her leg and then pressing her toes up against my pussy. That organ quickly dampened as I rubbed it over the big toe, which slid inside my folds readily. She resigned herself to this act, and began to frig my cunny with her foot, the big toe going. He relocated his head to her vagina, and without hesitation kissed her slit. When his lips were fully smothering her vagina, he moved his tongue up and down her slit and tasted every inch of her femininity, eliciting from the small girl the first of many moans this night would bring. He sucked on her clitoris and moved his tongue over it, again and again. He could feel her trying to trash about, but her restraints were administered so effectively that her efforts were futile and were. But as always, work was determined to wrest me not only from my sleep, but also from my love. "Weird song, is that the kinda music you listen to?" In the mornings her southern accent flared up a bit more than usual, like it did when she was angry. I pried my eyes open and was greeted by the red-brown locks of Tina's wondrous auburn hair, "That was Tool, they're my favorite band. I thought I told you that." The room was silent for a few seconds, before Tina rolled over, the black comforter.