Popping it open and pulling down the zipper, she slid her hand down into the panties, feeling past the soft, downy pubic hair, until her fingers reach...d Hannah's now drenched pussy. Spreading Hannah's pussy lips apart, she slipped long supple fingers deep into the wet interior of her pussy.Hannah felt an orgasm building deep inside her. As Irene finger fucked her, she pulled her sandals off, then squirmed the jeans and panties down over her thin hips down to her thighs. She sat up and roughly. "Dayna won't shut up about getting you to fuck her ass again. She's in the bathroom making sure she's all cleaned out."My eyes lit up. "Let's go!" Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuuuck!" Dayna's hips gave one last wriggle and then she let her arms collapse down, leaving only her butt held aloft on wobbly legs.With a firm grip on her hips, I thrust forward a few more times before slamming myself in and holding myself there, my body jerking lightly while my dick spat out glob after glob of semen into the depths. "So?!" Sandra responded this time more truculent. "I'm being punished like this, and I have to obey people. It's not that I'm doing this out of my freewill." That's just an excuse," Heather said. "And you know it!"Sandra stared at Heather for a moment, and then sighed while she said, "You're right. I did like it ... a lot ... again. But still, if anyone ever holds this above my head, that's the thing I will say to explain it to them. Not that I did it, because I liked it, but because I was. I'll pick you up at seven." Thanks, Hank, but tomorrow is my parents' thirty-seventh wedding anniversary. We're going out somewhere to celebrate. Maybe some other time."I was disappointed that our mini-reunion was over so soon. I found consolation that night with Alex. She was, as Maurice characterized her, a courtesan although I didn't take her to the La Porte Verte that night. I threw two lobsters in a pot of boiling water, warmed some French onion soup, and cut thick slices of baguette that.