Why aren't you here? It should be your fingers taking me on that neverending journey of bliss, your lips I should be feeling .... cool on my hot skin....God, to be able to grasp that cock of yours now, feel the silky smoothness of the skin over the hardness of it, mmmm, yes, to be able to touch, taste, feel.My fingers are dancing on my clit in the all too familiar way that takes me to the edge. I raise my left leg and reaching underneath I push two fingers inside of my hot, wet pussy. Slowly. That Melissa really had done something for his ego.„It will be damned good for her,“ he added with almost a snarl.„Yes... yes...“ said Madame Vesta sympathetically, „infidelity can be a most painful and annoying thing. Thatis probably the reason why over two thirds of the girls are sent here.“„So I would imagine...“„You will make the necessary financial transfer then? Into the Swiss bank account? And I will make all the other arrangements. It will go quite smoothly, I assure you, Mr. Crane. I. He toyed with her clit and soon had her moaning with delight. Finally landing with John’s cock deep within her Tammy squirmed around making certain that there wasn’t a fraction of an inch left that she hadn’t consumed. Satisfied she slowly began to lift off him in the same slow tormenting manner in which she had begun. Upon reaching the top she lifted almost completely off, only the tip of John’s cock still within her. That was enough to get John’s full attention and with a single hand on her. His cock twitched and Don let out a slight gasp. Maggie continued her teasing touches interspersed with bouts of blowing over his cock and balls. Don could feel his excitement rising. He did not want to climax too soon, so he asked a diversionary question. "How does this fit into St. Nicholas Day and pickles? St. Nick wasn't a pervert, was he?" "No, no he was a true saint," Maggie explained as she continued to slowly rub and squeeze his balls and cock. "One snowy winter night, two young.