It was aching. Her pussy was aching for some good, old fashioned affection, and her tongue flexed across the roof of her mouth. Practicing for when she had the pair of pussy lips in front of her that belonged to the angel across the room. Jennifer could s...
It was late in the afternoon. Cale and his older sister Rachel had just finished lunch and their mother, Joy, was cleaning the kitchen/dining room. Rachel had decided to revisit the painting she had been working on in her spare time, on a canvas in...
She was on the phone with her best friend from her college, facing the window looking out to the ageless pine trees, swallowing the setting sun, flowing like water across the landscape around our house. Cale’s older sister, Rachel, her long raven hair and...
