Down she went, plopping face-up on the bed. Her knees bent nicely to the edge of the mattress. It was easy for me to spread her knees apart, and say "...'m hungry!" (Granny Here: the way he said "I'm hungry" made my pussy surge with anticipation. He buried his face in my panty-covered pussy).I liked one lip - then another. After a few minutes, I bent an index finger, slipped it between her pussy and her panties, and pulled toward me like I was drawing an arrow to be shot through the air. While. This was a good dream, she decided. The touch she felt was firm, but not too firm. Fingers seemed to slip past the material of her swimsuit to massage her pussylips, gently spreading them to stroke her clit, to dip into her hole, to spread her leaking juices up to her asshole and massage her rosebud. Vicky moaned again, and realized she wasn't entirely asleep. She felt a weight settle over her back. A hot mouth planted a wet kiss on her bare shoulder. A hotter tongue snaked its way up to her. I do it all on my own. I take pictures on top of pictures and I’ve found that I am so seriously fond of talking pictures of nature and of course women that I must have taken a few hundred pictures of her, clothed, partially clothed, and totally naked…and I was soooo happy with my pictures of her I almost told her I was in love with her. Well I fell in love with her but it wasn’t because of her body. Greta was special. She had the sweetest eyes. She had the nicest smile. She has the greatest. “Fuck, you two,” I groaned out eventually. “That was the best orgasm of my life. If I hadn’t pushed you away, I’d probably still be cumming.”Stephanie slipped back up beside me and started kissing me. Her face was covered in my pussy juice and I started lapping it up, trying to clean her face. Brian was just watching the two of us.Stephanie finally lifted up and looked at Brian and saw him slowly stroking his very hard cock. “It looks like poor Brian needs some help there,” Stephanie said..