Only then do my fingertips dare to wander across the supple planes of my body, seeking hidden corners of delicate flesh. My full heavy breasts are lik... the foothills surrounding my home, un-spoilt and undiscovered. A whisper of a sigh passes over my parted lips at the touch, and the smoldering beginnings of fire ignite low in my belly. My eyes drift skyward to the blanket of stars overhead. Without a thought the fingers of one hand are brought to my lips and moistened by my warm tongue. The. Ken ran his hands over every part of my ass and down my upper legs, circling them with his fingers, he gently stroked the sides of my pussy, and played with the hair there and on my mound. He spread my labia open and rubbed two fingers on my clit. He took one finger and put it up under my clit and another one on top and rubbed them together. I almost immediately nearly blacked out with a screaming ultimate orgasm. Then it didnt stop, he just kept in and stuck two fingers in my pussy, and then. Mom tasted the sticky substance and realised it was sweet. With the basket on my laps, she rummaged around inside to see what had leaked. Her violent jolts had an undesirable effect on me in that it further stimulated my hardening cock. She pulled out a jar of honey that was nearly empty and we realised that it had become open somehow and leaked through the basket. A sudden realisation hit me that this leaking basket was on my laps. I leapt forward and to my horror saw that the honey had indeed. I love eating your pussy,” Roxie says in between kisses. “And I love having you eat my pussy.” “But fisting you was even better. Sweet revenge,” Roxie says with a smug attitude. “Fisting is my new favorite fuck.” “Fisting or getting fisted?” Roxie thinks it over while kissing and rubbing on Venezia. “Both,” they both say at the time while giggle before continuing to kiss and rub each other. I can see them rubbing their swollen pussies together and wish I was in between them. Their.