He ran his hands through her thick black pubic hair as Sara’s eyes alternated between his hands, his face, and me. He moved his hand down and began ...massaging her clit. She let out a soft shy moan. Then after a bit he gently inserted two fingers into her dripping hole which caused her to gasp. He was massaging her light pink nipples and gently finger fucking her. She stared into his eyes as he stared at her naked exposed body as he touched her. He was softly, almost silently moaning. He then. Meanwhile, with his left hand, Bob turned the delicate, plain white china teapot Helen keeps for Bob's exclusive use, three times to steep the tea, poured the tea into the delicate china cup through the strainer, then added four sugars and stirred. The amount of sugar Bob used made Helen shudder as usual, while with his right hand, Bob fondly masturbated Jocelyn beneath her fashionably pink, understated micro mini-skirt until her knees gave way and she sat beside him. Her head rested on Bob's. I wriggled to let him know it was okay for him to insert his finger there. If I don't have a cock in my ass, a finger's the next best thing."Do you like being inside me, Jeremy? Do you like fucking my tight, little, white, Arabian pussy with you big, black, American cock, you bad, bad boy?" I asked licking the sweet, salty sweat from his handsome face. I love the taste of any liquid that comes out of a man's body."YES, MA'AM! YES, MA'AM!!" he screamed."Have you ever fucked a girl up the ass, my. She had asked Mrs. Sanders about the situation of the house and received a vague, ‘It must be the insurance,’ answer. Chris noticed that she froze on being touched by him, her eyes turned blank, teeth clenched and her face showed that she was going through torture just to let him carry her. Chris tucked her in bed, said good night, kissed Angela on her forehead as usual and went back to his hotel. The next week passed more or less in a routine. He was stopping by Anna’s house each morning.