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Jean's waiting mouth. She tasted herself and Norma Jean. She licked her own juice off Norma Jean's face. Lydia helped Norma Jean onto the table. She did not use the chair. She would have slid of if she had. She helped her "dinner" get settled. She stood at the edge of the table. She bent to Norma Jean's seeping hole. This lifted Lydia's ass high and wide. Lydia looked at Aaron. "We have a vacancy that needs filling." "Yes, ma'am" Aaron stepped behind Lydia. He paused. "Which one do you want filled?" She looked over her shoulder. "You're a good ol' country boy. Think if it as an over-under shotgun ...
Back; the slim waist flaring out to rounded hips; her rounded, heart-shaped ass; and the pale soles of her bare feet. He felt the fat white slug, which was his cock, twitch within his baggy pants, as he gazed at this erotic scene. Despite his determination NOT to become aroused, Phil Thackeray was sporting a raging hard-on and the bulbous head of his twitching cock, was mere inches away from the full, purple-painted lips of the gorgeous, near naked, vigilante, kneeling before him, like some Middle-Eastern slave girl, her eyes downcast, too ashamed to look up at his face. ...