Date: Fri, 30 May 2008 10:39:06 -0700
From: Jan ' <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Getting Angel (lesbian / adult youth, g/F, F/F)

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descriptions of explicit sexual acts between women.
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                    Getting Angel
                         By
                        Jan

	"Why, why, why?"  She cried as she made her
way around the neighborhood, her tears mixing with
the rain that fell heavily from the sky.  Her blond
hair matted to her head like a wet mop.  Her crystal
green eyes burning from all the crying she had been
doing for the past couple of hours.

	She shifted her heavy backpack that held her
school books and the few clothes she was able to
grab before she had been ushered out of the only
home she'd ever known.  At twelve years old, she
found herself lost and alone.

	Looking at the time on her cell phone, she
noticed that it was 11:30 p.m.  She had never been
out that late...ever.  Her father was always strict
about that, being a pastor of their church.  Her
mother always backed him up on such things, saying
that it was for her own protection.

	"Protection," she cried to herself, "who's gonna
protect me now?"

	She looked around and noticed for the first
time in hours where she was.  She knew only one
person in this area, yet how she got there or why she
was even in this neighborhood was beyond her
understanding.

	She thought to herself that Ms Stephens will
know what to do, as she approached her house.

	Her backpack felt like it weighed a ton.  It was
as drenched as she was.  She hoped her books and
school work weren't ruined by the rain.

	She rushed up to the porch and dropped her
bag on the stoop, shaking herself off as much she
could.  The house was dark and quiet, signs that Ms
Stephens was already in bed.  She reached for the
doorbell with shaking hands and pushed it.  She hoped
she would not be upset at her for waking her at this
late hour.

	She was shivering from the cold while she
listened for signs of life.  A light clicked on in the
upstairs window.  "That must be her bedroom," she
thought to herself as fear and dread began to
overwhelm her.  She thought about running away but
was just too tired and cold to move.

	The curtain in the bay window of the living room
opened just a bit as Ms Stephens peeked out.  A look
of shock on her shadowed face as she realized Angel
was standing on her stoop.  Angel was still crying a
bit.  Before she could turn and run, Ms Stephens
opened the door, startling Angel.

	"Angel?" she greeted her, with a worried tone in
her voice. "What are you doing here at this hour?"

	"My parents kicked me out, Ms Stephens."

	Angel lost it then and broke down crying
hysterically.  Ms Stephens quickly ushered her inside
and grabbed her backpack for her, dropping it down
next to the umbrella stand in the entryway.  She
hugged Angel for a moment then gasped as her cold,
wet clothing squished out and got her terrycloth robe
wet.

	"My God," she gasped. "you're absolutely soaked,
dear.  Wait right here on the tile and I'll get you a
towel and a robe.  We have got to get you out of
those wet things."

	Ms Stephens rushed off to the bathroom
upstairs and returned quickly, sporting a pink towel
and peach-colored terrycloth bath robe.  She also
had a small laundry basket to put Angel's wet clothes
in.

	"Okay, dear, off with those things." She
ordered softly. "Once we get you warmed up, you can
fill me in on the whole thing."

	As Angel slowly took off her wet school uniform
and placed them in the basket, Ms Stephens went to
the living room and started a fire in the fireplace.
Once everything was off, Angel quickly put on the
robe and bundled herself up in an attempt to get
warm.  Ms Stephens returned and put her arm around
Angel's shoulders, leading her into the living room and
sitting her on a soft area rug in front of the blazing
fire.  She sat down behind her and took the towel,
drying Angel's hair for her.

	"Feeling warmer, hon?" She whispered.

	"Yes, Ma'am," Angel replied softly.

	"I'm glad. Now, tell me what happened."

	Angel felt the tears begin to well up again, as
she rested her head on Ms Stephens shoulder.  She
took a deep breath and closed her eyes, reliving the
moments that lead her to this moment.

	"My parents kicked me out of the house after
finding out...I think I like girls." she whimpered.

	"And they kicked you, a twelve year old girl, out
of your home, for that?" She gasped.

	"Yes, Ma'am," Angel cried. "My father is a strict
fundamentalist preacher and doesn't approve
of...lesbians."

	"I knew your father was a religious man but I
would never have thought he would be so self-
righteous and close-minded.  It's not right."

	Ms Stephens was shaking a bit and Angel could
tell she was trying to keep her anger under control,
but she didn't understand why.  She wrapped her
arms around Angel and rocked her gently, trying to
sooth Angel with her softening voice.  She felt Angel
tense up when her voice grew angry.  Angel looked up
at her and she could smell her sweet perfume for the
first time.  It smelled of honeysuckle, but not
overpoweringly so.  She started to feel the stress of
the day sweep over me and was drifting off to sleep.
Ms Stephens noticed this and gently lifted Angel up
from the floor and carried her up the stairs and into
her guest room, pulled the covers down and laid Angel
slowly onto the soft bed.

	"You need to get some rest, dear," Ms Stephens
whispered.  "We will talk more in the morning.  In the
meantime, you will stay with me until we can sort this
whole mess out."

	"Thank you, Ma'am. You are very kind," she
replied before yawning and closing her eyes, wiggling
a bit to get comfortable in the strange bed.

	"Sweet dreams, Angel," she added with a light
kiss to her left cheek as she covered Angel up and
headed for the door.  She turned off the light and
closed the door behind her.

	"Can we keep the door open, Ma'am...so that the
hall light will show a bit?"

"Of course, dear."

	Leaving the door partly open, she was gone.  And
so was Angel, gone to the world of dreams.

	When she woke up the next morning, she had to
go to the bathroom...bad.  She rolled out of bed and
rushed down the hall, looking for the bathroom.  The
sound of the shower running led the way.  She
stopped just outside, trying to decide whether or not
to enter, since Ms Stephens was obviously in there.

	Not able to hold it any longer, she rushed in,
spouting apologies to Ms Stephens and quickly lifted
the back of the robe so that she could sit down on
the toilet and let it all go.

	"Are you alright, Angel?" Ms Stephens asked
over the sound of the shower.

	"I...I'm fine...Ma'am," Angel stammered as she
caught a look at her naked body through the obscure
glass shower stall.

	The sight of her, or near sight of her, caused
Angel to have a tingling feeling in her pussy.  At first,
she thought it was because of the relief from peeing
but the more she looked at her the stronger the
tingling got.  Her heart was beating a little faster and
when Ms Stephens finished her shower and stepped
out wrapping a towel around herself, her breath
caught in her throat and she was blushing bright red.
Her eyes must have been as big as a Frisbee because
Ms Stephens gave her a worried look as she began
drying her hair.

	"My goodness, Angel," she began, "you'd better
breathe or you'll pass out."

	Angel giggled at this and let out a slow breath.
But she couldn't take my eyes off of Ms Stephens.

	"You're pretty, Ms. Stephens," she whispered
softly, not believing that she said that out loud.

	"Why, thank you, Angel," she smiled, "you're
pretty cute yourself."

	Ms Stephens wrapped a towel around her head
and started to leave the bathroom.  She stopped at
the door and turned towards Angel, smiling.

	"You'd better finish up and take a shower," she
told Angel. "Do you have some clothes for school
today?"

	"Yes, Ma'am, in my backpack."

	"I'll set them out for you.  Breakfast will be
ready shortly."  With that, she was gone.

	Angel finished peeing and stripped off the robe,
adjusted the water in the shower and was just about
to step in when Ms Stephens popped back into the
bathroom for a moment.

	"Feel free to use my shampoo and body wash.  I
think you'll like them," she said, with a bit of an
admiring smile on her face.

	"Oh!  My God," Angel thought to herself.  'Was
she checking me out?"

	She blushed as she climbed in and peeked back
to see Ms Stephens give her a once over look before
she disappeared again.

	Angel went to her room and all of her clothes
were laid out, even a pair of panties that weren't hers
since she had forgotten to grab any in the rush to
gather what she could before being led out of the
house.  She lifted the panties to find that there
wasn't much to them.  They were small, black satiny
panties with not much more that a strip of cloth in
the back from the triangle fabric to the elastic
waistband.

	Shrugging, she quickly dressed and felt the
strip of cloth go up the crack of her behind.
Surprisingly, it wasn't overly uncomfortable.  She
smiled a wicked little smile as she wondered what Ms
Stephens would think of seeing her in the thong
panties.

	"Hurry up, Angel," Ms Stephens called from
downstairs. "Breakfast is getting cold and we have to
leave in ten minutes."

	"I'll be right down, Ms Stephens," she yelled
back, tugging a bit at the panties to make sure they
were on right.

	They ate in silence and Angel grabbed her
backpack and joined her at the door.  They drove to
school and chatted about the days events.

	"We're going to have a visit with Ms. Andrews
when we arrive at school to find out what we're going
to do to help you in this situation.  She has some
contacts in the welfare department and we can
probably get you set up with foster care."

	"Can't I stay with you, Ms Stephens?" Angel
cried softly.

	"We will see, Angel.  If the welfare will allow it,
I would be happy to let you stay with me."

	Ms Stephens led Angel directly to Ms Andrews'
office where she explained to her about Angel being
disowned by her family.  When pressed for the
reason why she was kicked out, Ms Stephens told her
it was because of her family's prejudice against her
professed lifestyle choice."

	Ms Andrews looked at Ms Stephens for an
explanation for that statement but the look on her
face told her not to ask in Angel's presence.  She
paused before saying, "I will look into what we can do
for Angel.  For now she better get along to class."

	That was Ms Stephens' clue to send Angel along
to class so that they could discuss what was going on.
She placed her hands on Angel's shoulders and told
her, "Run along now to your first class and we will talk
after school about what can be done."

	When the door closed behind Angel, Ms
Andrews sat down and motioned to Ms Stephens to
sit too.  She produced a pack of cigarettes and
offered her guest one.  They lit up and sat back as
they blew the first lungs full of smoke towards the
ceiling before Ms Andrews asked, "Now, what the hell
is this all about?"

	Ms Stephens thought for a moment before
saying, "Angel's father is a classic fundamental,
religious, rightwing preacher that just disowned his
daughter because she confessed to him that she
thinks she is a lesbian."

	Ms Andrews furrowed her brow, "Do you know
this to be a fact?"

	Ms Stephens gave her an incredulous look, "How
the hell would I know.  I have never jumped her."

	Ms Andrews chuckled, "pity. What should we do
about it?  I should call social services and let them
handle finding her a foster home.

	Ms Stephens was quick to answer, 'If we do that
they will put her in some uncaring home and put her in
public school, where she will be miserable."

	"What would you like me to do, Ms Stephens?

	"I would like to take her in myself."

	Ms Andrews chuckled, "And get into her panties
yourself!"

	Ms Stephens said, "YES, before you do, you old
cougar."

	They both chuckled.  Ms Andrews said, "you
better get along to your class.  I will make some calls
to some friends at social services to see what we can
do."

	They snuffed out their cigarettes and Ms
Stephens left her office.

	Ms Andrews checked her rolodex before dialing.
She had a friend at social services that was willing to
help for a price.  She was an older woman named Ms
Prudence.  She knew just what the old letch would
want in exchange for expediting the paperwork.  She
figured Ms Stephens would be happy to pay her price
to get custody of Angel.

	After she explained their problem to Ms
Prudence, Ms Andrews could almost detect her
plotting how she was going to get what she wanted.
She said to her, "I'm sure Ms Stephens would be
happy to meet with you to work out any details about
her getting custody of the girl."  The arrangements
were made for Ms Stephens to meet with her after
work.

	Ms Andrews had lunch with Ms Stephens to tell
her about the appointment she had with Ms Prudence
after work.  She cautioned her that Ms Prudence was
a bit of a demanding old bitch but if she was willing to
please her she could make things happen.

	Ms Stephens would do anything to keep Angel so
she took her home after school, while telling her that
she was meeting with someone later to see about her
getting custody of her.

	Angel was thrilled at the prospect and could not
hug and kiss her enough.  Ms Stephens had to break
it up so that she could drive across town to meet with
the social worker.  She opted to stay in her
conservative school attire to make a good impression.

	When she arrived at the social services office,
she parked her car in the lot and girded her resolve
to do whatever it would take to get custody of Angel.

	Like most offices now, each social worker had a
small cubical made out of chest high partitions that
afforded little privacy.

	Ms Prudence turned out to be a short, chubby,
gray haired old woman with a sweet Irish smile on her
face.  She sat patiently, listening to the story and
filling out the appropriate paperwork.  When she was
ready, she mentioned, "Maybe we should find a
quieter place to talk about this more."

	The place was empty because it was after
working hours but Ms Stephens knew what she was
hinting at so she gave Ms Prudence her best smile and
agreed to go wherever she liked.

	`She got into her car and followed Ms Prudence
out of town to a quiet old street where all of the
houses looked like they had been built before the
turn of the Twentieth Century.  Ms Prudence pulled
her old car into a driveway that still had two ribbons
of concrete with grass between them that led to a
detached one car garage in back.  The house was a
Victorian gingerbread style in white with red trim.

	Ms Stephens parked her car at the curb in
front of the house.  She approached the front of the
house; she had to avoid brushing against overgrown
plants.  The steps up to the porch where foot traffic
had worn the wood down did not have any paint on
them.

	Ms Prudence joined her from the driveway side
of the porch.  She opened the old diamond cut glass
door knob with her key and led Ms Stephens into the
parlor of her home.  Ms Prudence dropped her keys
and purse on a small table as they entered.  Ms
Stephens quickly sized up the home.

	It was probably the home of her parents and
still had the female touch of a woman who was raised
to be a Victorian homemaker.  All of the high backed
furniture and end tables had lace dollies on them to
protect the backs from greasy hair and scratches.
The pictures all had gold finished, lacy frames that
looked old.

	Ms Prudence still had her briefcase in hand as
she sat down in the chair that was obviously hers.
She placed the case on the table next to her and
pulled some hair pins out of her hair to allow her hair
to fall from the tight bun down her back.  "I am
disposed to help you get custody of this girl but I
have needs too.  Are you willing to make me happy for
my help?"

	Ms Stephens knelt in front of the chair and in a
pleasing voice said, "I will do anything to keep Angel
from going into the foster system."

	Ms Prudence wore on an old fashioned navy blue
and white floral print dress with a lace collar and
cuffs.  It had large blue buttons down the front.  She
smelled of lavender.  She gave Ms Stephens a wicked
smile while she played with the button right at the
cleavage of her 38-F breasts.  She slowly unbuttoned
the dress all the way down to the hem.  She freed
her arms one at a time.  The next thing she did was
pull the straps of her slip off of her shoulders.
When she pulled the slip down her big breasts fell
over the top of the slip.

	Stephens had not seen a woman with that large
of breasts up close and personal before.  They were
very full and creamy looking.  The areolas were large
and the old woman had hairs ringing the areolas.  She
leaned over her lap and took one of her nipples into
her mouth and sucked on it.

	Prudence had a special taste for domination and
wanted to make the woman do degrading things to
please her.  She pulled Ms Stephens' face against her
soft tit until Stephens could not breathe.  She didn't
let her go until Ms Stephens struggled to get a
breath.

	When Ms Stephens stood up, Ms Prudence
lifted her large butt and pulled the dress and slip
down over her butt and off of her legs.  She was
sitting there in her baggy granny panties, half nylons
and orthopedic shoes.  The crotch of her panties
were moist and the leg holes were covered with
sloughed off skin and sweat had coating them with a
yellowish sum.  The smell was strong in Ms Stephens'
nose.  Ms Prudence pulled Ms Stephens' head down to
her moist crotch and made her suck her foul smelling
panties.  That was not enough for Ms Prudence.

	She grabbed her by the hair and told her to
take her panties off for her.  When Ms Stephens did
as she was told she saw the fat woman's pussy.  The
pubis was completely covered with hair but it was
sparsely distributed so white skin was clearly visible.
The fat labia lips were like dark skin colored
cauliflowers.  She moved her body to the edge of the
chair and made Ms Stephens suck her pussy for the
longest time before she peed in her face.

	Ms Stephens had to close her eyes to keep the
golden liquid out of her eyes.  As it was, some went up
her nose while she was trying to breathe.  She
choked and sputtered.  She felt so degraded but she
would do anything for Angel.

	Ms Prudence loved the control she had over this
middle aged woman and she wanted to test her limits.
"Lick my asshole, bitch!"

	Ms Stephens moved her face down between the
thick legs and ran her tongue over the hairy ringed
rosebud of the asshole and found dingleberries
clinging to the hairs.  She had never tasted shit
before and she almost gagged at the thought but she
did as she was told.  She did it until Ms Prudence
climaxed.  She saw the white liquid leaking out of the
cunt and knew that the woman had cum.  She lapped
up the liquid upon demand.  When she was done, she
sat back on the Persian carpet to recover.  She was
almost in tears at having been humiliated by the old
woman.

	Ms Prudence was beaming in her satisfaction
with herself.  "I will expedite your custody of the
young lady in question.  I will give you a call to keep
you informed of the progress."

	Ms Stephens was glad to get home so she could
take a bath.  She didn't want to talk to Angel until
she had soaked in a hot tub of scented water.

	Angel was concerned because she thought there
was something wrong.  She stood outside of the
bathroom pleading with Ms Stephens to talk to her.

	It was not until Ms Stephens had scrubbed her
body to get the smell of Prudence out of her nose
that she was ready to get out of the tub.  She dried
her body and put on her terrycloth robe before she
opened the door and told Angel that she was trying to
become her guardian.

	Angel was so excited she clung to Ms Stephens'
neck as she kissed her, as big tears rolled down her
cheeks.  Her feet were off the floor as Ms Stephens
stood up.  When Angel finally let go of her neck and
slid down her body to the floor, she clung to Ms.
Stephens' waist.

	Ms Stephens told her, "get to bed and we will
talk about it tomorrow."

	When Ms Stephens got to bed she had a hard
time getting to sleep.  She could not help thinking
about what she had done to get custody of the young
girl.  She also thought about finding out if Angel was
really a lesbian too.  The clock's hands moved painfully
slow.

	An hour passed and she was still not asleep.
She was fully awake when she heard the bedroom
door open.  Angel was slipping into her bedroom.  Her
heart was pounding as she felt the bed move as the
girl got into bed with her.

	Angel cuddled up against the adult woman's
nightgown clad body.  She felt comfortable resting
against the warm perfumed body.  They naturally
wrapped their arms around each other's bodies.
Their heads were so close they could smell each
other's breath.

	Angel said, "Ms Stephens, will you please teach
me about what it is like to make love to a woman?"

	Ms Stephens almost cried when she heard the
girl begging her to make love to her.  She kissed her
cheek and tasted the salt of her tears.  She could
deny her nothing.  She would have done it sooner or
later because she had sought custody of her for just
that reason.  While she had been degrading herself
with Ms Prudence, she had been telling herself it was
worth it to become Angel's protector.

	Angel took hold of her right tit and started
sucking on the nipple right through her satin
nightgown.  It was Ms Stephens that pulled the
nightgown down under her breast so that she could
feel the girl's mouth on her tit.  She stroked the
girl's hair like she was a baby while the girl suckled on
her nipple.  With her other hand she stroked her
nightgown clad body.

	The bottom of nightgown had worked its way up
Angel's legs until it was gathered almost at the
junction of her legs.  That made it easy for Ms
Stephens to slip her hand down to the top of the
girl's thighs and then follow them back up the
junction of her body.  She almost cried when her
hand touched the few strands of pubic hair that were
starting to grow on Angel's pubis.

	Angle let out a moan and spread her legs wider
to allow the object of her love to have free access to
the center of her desire.  It was as if she had an itch
that was driving her to seduce the older woman.  She
had dreamt of this moment for years and had never
had the nerve to seek out a woman to make them
come true.  She reached down and placed her hand on
top of Ms. Stephens' hand and pressed it hard against
her pussy in her effort to encourage her lover to
invade her canal.

	Ms Stephens sought out the girl's vagina with
her index finger and when she slid it into the slippery
opening she found that the girl was still a virgin.  She
did start to cry because this child was giving her
virginity to her and she wanted to make Angel's
deflowering the most thrilling event in her life.

	"Honey, if I break your hymen it will hurt.  I
don't want to hurt you but sooner or later you will
have to lose your maiden head." Ms. Stephen
whispered.

	"Please make me into a woman, Ms. Stephens."

	With that, she kissed the girl on the mouth at
the same time she drove her finger into the depths
of the girl's pussy.  When Angel let out a cry of pain
she kissed her one more time before she turned her
body so that she was crouching over the girl's hip and
placed her mouth over the pubic mound and swabbed
the throbbing pussy with her tongue.  She was
actually lapping up the watery traces of the girl's
virginal blood.

	Angel found it so thrilling that her lover was
making the pain go away by kissing it much like her
mother had kissed her boo-boos on her knees and
elbows when she had scraped them as a child.  The
pain soon went away and was replaced with a feeling
like when she had rubbed her crotch with her hand.
The feeling kept increasing in intensity until she could
not stand it any longer.  She had climaxed before
while playing with her pussy but she had never
experienced a climax like the one Ms Stephens had
just induced with her mouth.  She quivered like she
was experiencing a chill that shook her whole body.
She felt like her muscles had relaxed so much that
she felt like she could not move her limbs.

	Ms Stephens moved back around so that she
was lying next to the girl and she wrapped her arms
and legs around the girl's body in a comforting hug.
There was no thought about seeking her own
fulfillment at the time; she was just thrilled at having
pleased the girl so much.

	Angel felt so warm with her head resting
between the fragrant breasts of the woman she had
given her heart to.  She drifted off to sleep feeling
the comforting beat of Ms. Stephen's heart.

	When the alarm woke them up Angel wanted to
kiss her lover and make love to her.  They did waste
several minutes kissing each other before Ms
Stephens insisted that they had to get ready for
school.

	When school let out, Angel was waiting for Ms.
Stephen by her car by the time she arrived.  She was
very excited about getting home as quickly as
possible so that she could make love to her beloved
Ms. Stephens.  She was clinging to her all the way
home and as soon as they were behind closed doors,
she could not get her undressed fast enough.  She
could not wait until they were in the bedroom to make
love to her benefactor.

	Angel pushed Ms Stephens towards her favorite
chair and she started taking her clothes off of her.
Ms Stephens had on a business suit to teach in that
reflected her position as a respected teacher.  As
the clothes came off, she changed from a figure of
authority to a sexual object.  Angel had enjoyed the
comfort of her large breasts but had not even seen
what her pussy looked like until this point.

	When she pulled down the woman's pantyhose
and panties she saw for the first time that Ms
Stephens did not trim her pubic hair at all.  Ms
Stephen could not go to a beach in a bikini because
hairs would have been seen sticking out at the legs
and above the top.  The hairs were long.  She had the
woman sit down and knelt before her like she was
worshiping before a Madonna alter only this alter was
flesh and blood, not marble.

	Angel first bathed her breasts with her tongue
and sucked her nipples until her attentions became
painful to Ms Stephens and she begged Angel to allow
her tits to rest.  That was when Angel slid down the
woman's body so that she could taste her first pussy.
She spent a lot of time inspecting what an adult pussy
looked like.

	When she parted the labia she exposed the
woman clitoris.  It was not any larger than her own
clitoris.  When she touched it she watched the
expression on Ms Stephens' face.  She wanted to
learn just what kind of touch pleased her the most.
The vagina was very large and with the labia spread
open, she could see down into the red opening.  She
could see the irregularities of the walls of her canal
and the cervix bulb.  There was already a watery
liquid leaking from the opening and dripping down to
her asshole and on down to the cushion of the chair.

	She put her face into the open pussy and used
her nose and tongue to stimulate her beloved lover.
She would hold her breath until she had to breathe
between smothering herself in the wet, warm flesh.

	Ms Stephens enjoyed the attention.  She
watched the girl sucking her pussy.  She placed her
hand on top of her head just like a priest would bless
a kneeling parishioner.  When she climaxed she could
not prevent her legs from slapping Angel's ears.
When she regained her composure, Angel was resting
her chin on her pubis looking up at her like a loving
Cocker Spaniel.  She could not resist bending over
and kissing her wet face.

	That night their bed was soaking wet from their
sweat, as they consummated their wedding night in
vows of everlasting love.

	It was about a month later that Ms Stephens
got a call from Ms. Prudence that she had the papers
proclaiming her as the custodian of the girl in
question.  The only thing required was for her to sign
the final papers for the records.

	Ms Stephens was ecstatic at the news.  Even
having to visit Ms Prudence again to sign the papers
and please her again was not too high a price to pay.
She took Angel home and told her that she was going
to sign the papers that would proclaim her as foster
mother of her.  She added that it would take awhile.
She didn't want to distress Angel by telling her the
price she had to pay for her getting custody.  Angel
was ecstatic and showered her with kisses as she
clung to her.

	Ms Stephens drove directly to Ms. Prudence's
home.  When she knocked on the door, she heard a
voice call for her to enter.  The door was not locked
she found Ms Prudence in the parlor waiting for her.
She was naked.  She saw that gravity was pulling the
huge tits downwards.  They looked almost concaved
and the nipples were pointing at the floor.  The belly
hung over her pubis.  There was no way Prudence
could see her own pussy without bending over.  Her
behind probably had been plump and round in her
youth but now it was flabby.  She had a strap-on dildo
strapped to her body.  The straps were tight and cut
into the plump body.

	When Ms Prudence demanded that she kneel
before her and suck on her cock, Ms Stephens did as
she was commanded without protest.

	She sucked on it and wisely made sure she got
plenty of saliva all over it because she knew where
that dildo was going to be used.

	Ms Prudence wanted Ms Stephens on her knees
doggie style.  That would allow her to fuck either
pussy or asshole at will.  She inserted it into Ms
Stephens' pussy first.  It hurt going in because her
vagina was dry.  The woman fucked her until her
fluids flowed and coated the rubber cock.  Then Ms
Prudence inserted the tool into her asshole.  As she
thrust it in, she reached around her body and grasped
bother of her tits.  She pulled on them as she sank
the cock deep into her asshole.  She fucked her hard
and fast.

	As much as Ms Stephens hated being degraded
and used like this, she eventually climaxed. Ms
Prudence was thrilled.  She chided, "See...You loved
it.  Cum is flowing from your cunt like the whore you
are."

	Ms Stephens was not going to argue with her.
All she wanted was to sign the papers and get back to
Angel.  When Ms Prudence withdrew the dildo and
removed the straps, Ms Stephens saw that there was
a rubber knob on the back of the base of the rubber
cock that had been rubbing Ms Prudence's clit while
she was fucking her.

	The last thing she had to do before signing the
papers was to lick Ms Prudence's pussy clean and a
second climax.  While she got dressed, Ms Prudence
got the papers ready for her to sign.

	On the drive home she was convincing herself
any price for Angel was worth it.  She had to stop at
a fast food restaurant long enough to wash her face
clean off the juice and smell of that old woman's
pussy and get a cup of coffee to get the taste out of
her mouth.

	When she got home she just wanted to hug
Angel and never let her go.



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