With the door closed behind us we made a grab for each other, I was pressed up against the wall, with Patti's hand going straight up my skirt and in t... my panties. As her fingers delved in to my pussy, my hands were under her top and undoing the clasp to her bra. Within a couple of minutes, my knickers were down to my knees and Patti's bra was up around her neck.I grabbed the mountains of flesh and squeezing them together, buried my face in her tits. As I cushioned my head in the soft pillows. Greg and Fiona had wondered why his parents were so blasé about them sharing a bedroom, despite Greg only possessing a single bed, but Fiona had been honest with his mother that she was sexually active with her son, and that they used protection, and both Greg and Fiona were trusted."Make sure you shut the door," his father added as the two lovers left the room. Greg blushed: he had forgotten to close his door when he got up in the morning and their sexual antics when he returned to Fiona had. If it were Greg then I would find out what he does at night, if it were some horrible murderer then I reasoned staying still would convince him that I was not worth the trouble. The breathing became more erratic, almost as if someone were somewhat out of breath or, and I refused to believe it true, masturbating. What happened next tested all my ability to remain calm. I felt the covers stir and a rush of cool air as the sheet and comforter were pulled back! Whoever was in my room now had a. Finger-fucking is now an important and regular part of my sex life, and I consider myself an expert, at least as far as being on the receiving end is concerned. There really is an art to finger-fucking, but it's an art that anybody can learn, providing they have a willing trusting partner.The first rule of successful digital diddling is fundamental: Make sure your fingers are as clean as possible and your nails are trimmed. The second rule is equally simple: Wet is good, dry is bad. Sounds.