"I bet you do my little whore, you have been having so much fun today, haven't you"?"Yessss!" You hiss through clenched teeth and my thumb."I think yo... need to wait" As I continue my assault, adding a third finger. You are so wet that the sloshing drowns out all other sounds, the birds, the breeze that rustles the barley behind you, and your panting!"I love playing with your beautiful cunt" Adding a fourth finger and working you into a frenzy now. I have to remove my thumb because you are. “Are you alright?” she asked. “You were shouting in your sleep.”“You are here,” Jean stated. “I thought you had left me.”Marguerite threw her arms around her husband and laid her head on his chest. “No, my love,” she said softly. “I will never leave you.”The young wife was naked and clung tightly to Jean, her hand moving between his legs. She gripped his cock, surprised to find it was already nearly hard. It hardened more as Marguerite continued stroking him softly. Within a few seconds, his. You settle down with a book and start to read on the couch. It is very hot in the washroom so he takes his shirt off. From where you are sitting you can see his strong body, his muscles are firm and you daydream of him holding you again. As you daydream he glances your way and can see up your dress to your light blue panties. Loosing concentration on his work he smashes his hand into the wall and screams in pain. You run over to see if he is OK. The smell of his sweat sends shivers up your. First my shoes and socks, then my jeans and boxer briefs, running her hands up and down my legs, reaching around and caressing my ass, teasing my crack a bit.Then all that was left was my shirt—she slipped it over my head, and I was nude, standing just inside her door, a lesbian (supposedly) stroking my cock, her girlfriend watching. Myra led me to the bathroom, by my cock of course. Stood me in front of the sink.“Put your hands on the sink, baby. Right here.” I grabbed the edge of her square.