We used to have phone sex regularly. She screamed in phone itself very loudly that make me arouse in my pants while speaking to her. I was almost in f...ll mood only. She will do fingering while have phone sex one day she called and told that her hubby going to Bangalore for an official work for 2 days but he is hesitating to leave me alone for that I gave her an idea. She lied her hubby that her friends (my girlfriend) will be going to stay with her for that 2 days after that only he got. She was perfect. We trembled before her perfection – three old ladies, a skeletal teenager, and me. She didn’t seem to notice us: it was as if we were viewing her own private ritual. I stood at the back of the class and stared unashamedly. The whole hour, I gazed at her, willing my miserable self to copy her effortless grace. I took in every detail, drinking her in. The stark bones at her collar and wrists, the arch of her spine, the firm, pink nipples that grazed her t-shirt. She barely spoke. Over the next few days, I had seen Alice a few times each time we chatted about the same subject. One afternoon on the same sunken step by the pool bar, Alice looked at me and said “we have hired the big beach hut and private beach down by the sea, why don’t you come down for the party”Alarmed I stuttered “oh I couldn’t” looking for excuses I said “besides how could I leave Alan”“don’t be daft” Alice replied I’m not going to not invite your husband, besides it’s a party with a BBQ, yes people. Felicity groaned and writhed against the pillow as her tight, little ass was probed by the man's long finger."Oh, Reverend Wilson," Felicity whined. "Do you really have to put it in there? Ungh... Unnngh... Oohhh... Uunngghh" Yes, my dear," Wilson whispered as he worked. "But it will not be unpleasant for you." He felt Felicity's tiny anus begin to relax around his steadily plunging digit. 'She was responding perfectly, ' Wilson thought to himself. When he felt her strong shoulders go limp in.