A tapered finger approaches her tight berry, and makes slight circles. The tight hole has become lubricated from the copious overflow of her juices fr...m her quim to her ass. The fingertip pushes in, and I hear a gasp. The finger pushes on, slowly, slowly. I see a mixed look of pleasure and apprehension on Cynthia’s face as the digit enters all the way. “Fuck yourself with it. Slowly.” Cynthia’s finger begins to slowly glide in and out of her tight asshole. Her breathing increases. I can see the. When everyone looked at him, he said, “I found it in the plane.”Millie muttered, “Asshole.”Betsy settled down to a nice steady mile eating pace. The ground wasn’t too rough, the trees were spaced far enough apart that she didn’t have to maneuver much to avoid them, and the branches were pretty high. Sharon had adjusted her hold so that Betsy could breathe. Betsy was supporting Sharon’s legs with her hands.Betsy asked, “How are you feeling?”“I’m okay,” Sharon said.She didn’t feel that bad. She. More than a half of it entered when the man stopped his thrust, being afraid he could hurt his wife. A wave of enjoyment consumed him as Lena’s butt embraced his penis. They weren’t in a hurry swaying forth and back as Lena was rolling out the dough and impaling on Anthony’s cock. The man squeezed his wife’s boobs and both were moaning loudly. Anthony was close to his climax. He suddenly strained and ejaculated. He kept on moving being on the top of the heaven trying to prolong the sensations.. It was the following morning, Thursday. Denise remembered where she was, and glanced across. Sure enough, Elaine and Susan were still there. Denise felt contented, but as she lay there in the early light she wondered if what she’d just done was right. ‘Well, you didn’t exactly force yourself on them, did you?’ she thought. ‘If anything, it was the other way!’ Denise could be happy with the two of them for a while, she knew, but it wasn’t a permanent solution. Denise was bi, but with a balance.