My pussy has never been so wet, my juices were literally runnig out of me, I needed a Fuck! My daughter came home and both her and Simon then left t...e house to go call on friends.My pussy was running and I was feeling so horny that I couldn't wait for my husband to come home. So I went up stairs and fucked my self with my fingers until I came thinking of that cock.I quickly got change and never said anything to my husband about the picture or me wanking but that night I could not get it out. I felt Carlos' fingers as they graspedthe waistband and begin to pull my panties down. I raised my ass up off the sofa cushion and watched the panties being quickly dispatcheddown my legs. Carlos gently wrapped his fingers around my "clitty" and slowly stroked it. Even stiff and engorged my penis wasn't very big.Carlos was able to take the entire length of my 'clitty" into his mouth with no trouble. I permitted him to suck my "clitty" for less than two minuteswhen I pushed his head away from my. Why shouldn't I?Emerging from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her, she blowdried her hair in front of the big mirror that hung on the wall over the dresser."What are you wearing?" Greg asked, his voice showing a hint of extra adrenaline."I...haven't decided." You'd look great in this, with your bikini," he said, holding up the island-made sarong that Joan had purchased at a local boutique."Seriously?" she said, with more than a hint of you-must-be-k**ding in her voice."Sure, hun. We've. “Vanessa really goes all out for her birthdays, huh?” said a woman near Jackson, one of the handful of folks still by the bar.“It's Mabon,” Jackson said.“Mah-what now?” said the woman.“It's a pagan celebration the autumnal equinox,” Jackson replied. “Irish folk used to celebrate during this time of year and give thanks to their gods. Lots and lots of drinking. Debauchery ensues.”The woman sighed, then said, “I was born in the wrong century.”Jackson smiled at that. “Ever since I told 'Nessa her.