Elizabeth Elliott

and leaving. On a Friday afternoon, Catherine was standing in the door of my work shed. I admired her sweet young titties as she walks towards me.. I put a hand on my hardening cock and smiled a slippery smile. For the first time Catherine felt the tiniest sense of fear. She kept her arms clutched around her chest as she reached me next to the work bench. I was picking her up now and sitting her down on the bench in front of me. I unzipped my pants and pulled them down revealing a rock-hard long thick cock pulsing with anticipation. With one