He continued to lick and kiss her. He dragged his tongue up and down the length of her vulva. She moaned and pulled at his hair. He formed his tongue ...nto a hard tip and rolled it around her clit. She squirmed and pushed into his face. She helped him find the right spot and he followed her lead. He could feel her building. Moving down to the opening, he pushed his tongue inside her. He flicked the soft sides repeatedly. Bucking, she ground her pussy into his face. He felt her shudder and flex.. She was quite turned on by the fact that two young men were in the same room as us and were watching us.We continued…I was fingering her shaven pussy now and her moans were unstoppable now. I saw the young fellows had woken up and were sitting on their bed now with their cocks out…they were wanking themselves!! I whispered to my wife to continue who gladly obliged by spreading her legs to accomodate my fingers. Her moans changed to words of lusy….”yess… put that finger in deeper…. ohhhh….. Elaine was also a bit of a late bloomer, I saw a picture of her in her forties and she was every bit the beauty her mother had been. The boy who did ask her out, and dated her exclusively through his senior year in high school and college—and married her—-was a bit of a goof ball. We all liked him, he was a marginal student, a cut up and a decent wrestler. He was easily an inch or two shorter than Elaine but the family seemed to approve of him. Russ never quite managed to graduate from college. "No," I heard myself say out loud. "It can't be!" I backed away from my reflection, my eyes still locked on the wound. "It was only a dream! I'm still dreaming!" I feel the wound and to my horror it's still moist from the blood. It's not a dream I thought as I looked at my clothing still damp from the rain with the dried mud stains on the front of my t-shirt. I looked further down my body and I still have on the same jeans I've worn to school, along with my sneakers, both are dirty with.