Aliaranna grins and gently strokes the hair out of the latina sluts face as she says, "Good job my slut. So far you have the best time so far for the ...eek." She smiles still stroking her hair as she runs hre nimble fingers through the long dark locks of the woman. She grins as she unlock the contraption and the ragdoll like Cilla falls to the floor with a thump. Aliaranna then slowly picks up the head of Cilla and notices she is asleep from the pure amount of pleasure. Aliaranna grins at her. Her climax was the best she had in years as she passed out on the bed.The next morning, she woke up and put on a robe went down to prepare breakfast. She was going to stop this when Tom got back before it gets carried away. Her pussy was still wet with the images of him and Jenny, and she knew she probably couldn’t look at them the same again. Maybe she wasn’t the only perverted one in the house after all, but she at least had some moral values, and this couldn’t continue. She completed. I went and sat down on the sofa, next to Nora. We watched as the dvd was automatically played and soon saw a message appear on the television screen. It read, “WARNING: This video contains sexually explicit material that should not be viewed by persons under 18 years of age.” Nora grabbed my hand. I looked at her and she looked at me, then we both shrugged and continued watching the video.After four seconds of black screen, picture finally kicked in and we saw the inside of a vehicle with a man. They had left San Antonio in the early morning as usual, twenty men in trail denims, open shirts and stetsons with rugged, young horses and rifles slung over their backs, whipping three hundred head of cattle through the dust and heat of the Hill Country, over the dry ranges and cracked creek beds, heading north to the markets and the bars of Kansas. John had been riding in the vanguard, his usual position, Winchester repeater in his hand ready for any sign of trouble as his pony negotiated the.