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She felt slightly frustrated as he stood, once more to gaze down on her naked body, his forehead wrinkled in thought, He nodded slightly and moved to ...he foot of the bed, unclasping his cloak, and letting it fall. He turned and faced her.Her eyes fell immediately to his long and thick white length, growing from a field of jet-black curly hair. Again her tongue slipped between her lips to moisten them, as she imagined how good that would feel inside her. But...He bent and retrieved his cane from. ”she looked at me and smiled “how about you come with me. I’ll show you how a real cowgirl rides,”I smiled “I would appreciate that” I said, and walked with her to her car, we hopped in and drove to her house, once we got there, we made a scramble up her stairs we flung the door open kissing each other, she used her foot to close the door shut and we fell on the couch, kissing each other, our hands wandering up and down each others bodies, we held a passionate kiss and my hand went to her tied. They had a contract to sell and deliver supplies to the miners, including beef. Her oldests’ husband, our friend Bob, would freight the supplies bought through our partnership. Zeke and I tried to give it to them but Em had a fit. “It was mostly your money that got us here. You’re good luck boys and I want to hang on to that. If you like I can plough your shares back into the company and send you financial statements twice a year, but I ain’t lettin’ you pull out.”Her second oldest daughter and. She did not let up on me. Her avaricious consumption of my cunt only became more impassioned. Her lips smacked and rotated, her nose pressed into my folds, her hands kept me spread open, and her tongue… oh god, her tongue! Though she was unrefined and slobbery, her tongue was soft and wet, slathering me so completely, leaving no part of me untasted. I could only quiver at the knees, a slave to the lassitude that had begun to suffuse my groin, the feeling that ballooned ever outward, roiling.
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