Amy moans slightly under my lips, and that encourages me to continue. Pushing Amy back, she falls on the blanket, and her towel opens. My hands let g... of her face, and find her shoulders to rub, as I nibble her lips, and lick them as well. My towel unties itself, it slides off my body, and onto the ground. I gasped as I feel Amy’s hands on my sides, kneading them. She must of undid the towel, and pushed it off me, without me noticing. My whole body is shacking above Amy, I’m barley able to. She grabbed my tool, and staring up at me, fit it inside her. She was tight, but slippery, and I slid easily to her depths. We both sighed as I held there briefly. Her legs wrapped around me as she whispered "Oh god, yes, yes."I concentrated on kissing her as I fucked into her, wanting to last well, and she came after about five minutes, hard and gurgling, then smiled as I kept going. She came again a little later, and I finished within moments of her third cum. She had been grunting and. Wendy started rotating her cunt on my cock and said, “Come on lick my fingers, taste your wife and Paul”. She was rubbing her fingers over my lips and I opened my mouth. I had never tasted cum before and it was different but I could also taste my wife. Wendy said “that’s it baby lick them clean”. When they were clean she said, “you want some more don’t you, you want some more of that cum and pussy juice don’t you, come on say it, tell me you want it”. She stopped moving her cunt and said. Kim would be spending the next month rooting through moldy boxes and cataloguing notes. "At least I won't have that old goat fucking me all over the desert. I hope they both get sand fleas!"As Kim reached to move another wooden crate, a smaller box fell to the floor; its top popped off and a small jar rolled out. Kim picked up the jar and the accompanying item tag. Kim read the description: "12th Century Persia. Unremarkable, common clay jar - no inscriptions/designs. J. P. Reynolds, Persia -.