Her pussy felt wet and soft and accommodating. He found a second finger could go in. And a third.He tried curving his fingers upward, until his finger... touched something leathery, like a football. As he stroked it Manjula cried out.He stroked it again. She cried out again. She was so cute when she was horny.Was this what they called the g-spot? He wondered if Manjula herself even knew. No matter. Her clit had to be around here somewhere too. He fumbled around quite a while until finally, his. Swimwear? This had another purpose, a wicked, provocative, alluring, seductive purpose. I wasn't planning to swim, but I was intending it to become wet. Maybe I'd put on a little show under the cold showers behind the beach, maybe yes, but I had a very different idea of wetness in mind, and it was already starting.Just one more stroke, I'd promised myself, or just a few more, to get me in the mood. Mmmmm, I confessed, 'I am so In The Mood now', running my middle finger along the crease in the. The girl felt an orgasm building in her gut, a tearing pleasure she had often induced with her toys. She whimpered and begged. He didn't even hear her for the sound of blood in his ears, as his huge cock filled and rose, thick and hard, the woman pleaser, the virgin destroyer."Ah, ah, ah," Jeannie gasped as she felt his tongue actually enter her vagina and then lick up to suck at her tiny clit again. Her whole body trembled and her tight little channel seemed to flood.Billy drilled deeper and. .." You need toget the eyebolts higher, attach them to the floor joists!" Mrs Garber stood back with her hands on her shapely hips,her big breasts arched out, her nipples already hard. "Could you do that tonight?" "If I knew where to mark it, yes, I guess! But I can'tdo it from here!" "Of course, Hillary, go get a chair and a piece of chalkwould you please?" She looked totally disinterested and was thinking ofgoing back upstairs and watching television, "Oh, why bother doing it.