” I replied boldly.“Yeah right.” She spat back. My hand shot down to her crotch. Rochelle gasped loudly as I pulled her panties to the side and ...quickly sunk 2 fingers into her dripping snatch.“Oh God!” She cried out, grabbing my shoulders as I pumped her for a few seconds and then pulled my fingers out and stood up.“Still want to tell me how much you hated that?” I asked, holding my fingers in front of her, which were covered in her juice.“Hated every second of it.” She replied with a. This is a feel up afternoon. But Jarryn excites her too much and on only their second time together, the bitch gives him every hole....I came home a different way from usual. I was being surreptitious. Really sneaky and sly and knew I was heading extra slutty quickly this afternoon.There really is nothing more compelling for a rich bitch, aged eighteen, private all girls’ college lass than a parental off limits naughty high school dropout older boy with a souped up car and fingers that want to. She tells me it's okay, that we will be a lot closer when I accept our new relationship. I ask her what she means. She smiles and says to me "Now that it's out in the open and I don't have to be secretive, we will be so much happier!" Then she laughs at me in her panties and tells me to get on with it so she can get some sleep. I look at her pussy, then at myself. I surrender my dignity for my desire and I say "Can I lick your pussy?" She shakes her head and says I have to ask her the right. This brings us back to that cold October night in 1888. The rain always made Thomas feel horny, and as her ladyship rose and bent over to pick up her crochet that had fallen on the floor, he reached out for her derrière and pulled her close to him. He told her to forget the crochet as he had other things on his mind. Turning to him, she smiled and told him that he could take her tonight in any which way he chose, but, that on the morrow, she was determined to take their young coachman to her.