"See, Missy? Ja pussy really asking fo mo! Relax and go wid it!"Her knees splayed out wider and she pushed her crotch at me. I pressed gently in and s...et up a rhythm similar to what Samuel used. Her orgasms kept rolling over her as I built up speed and force.Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and pulled out, moved to her head and jerked my cock over her face. "Yessss! Please!" And she opened her mouth to receive my load. When it came I splattered it over her mouth, eyes and cheeks.As we. He just stared back at her with a playful childish grin on his face. She stood there covering each breast until he boldly reached out grabbing one of her forearms, pulling her back into the jacuzzi and towards him.As he did so Sara had to release her breasts, openly exposing herself as she splashed him playfully calling him a jerk. The older latin man and two younger guys weren’t sure how to react other than to stare at Sara’s amazing breasts bouncing around the jacuzzi. She then turned. She grew up in the heart of the Midwest in a small, white house on Second Street. She was raised by her mother and grandma (who she calls Granny). Her dad was never around. He was in jail when she was born and he was never around much when she was little. He tried to tell her it was because her mom wouldn’t let him see her — which is most likely the case. Her town was small, but cozy. She shared a room with her mom. They sang songs together every night. It was so comforting to her, she couldn’t. "Can't remember," she said, a little defensively, "I'm a healer, I seem to have always been able to do something like it. As I've grown older," she grimaced a little at the word 'older,' "I've learnt to refine it and control it a bit better." Then she carried on, "you have a deep injury lower on your back," her fingers probed down my spine feeling the ridges through my shirt - she caught her breath sharply as she reached the lower end. "You broke your back a long time ago - you're very lucky,.