Moore played with her cunt. Sylvia watched in fascination as the man’s fingers slipped and slid along the woman’s legs to her swollen cunt. She wa...ched Mr. Moore’s fingers massaged Diane’s clit. Then they pressed hard and her cuntlips spread wide open. The woman’s cunt gaped open, and Sylvia could see the glistening pink pussy flesh inside. As she watched, the fingers pushed into the moist pussy. Sylvia felt Brandy’s tongue going into her own cunt at the same time. The tongue on her pussy felt. "I don't know what it is. Maybe it's the guns. Maybe it's the shooting. Maybe it's the power I've got now. But I feel... I feel so..." Her voice trailed off."Um... yeah?" I don't know what she was talking about."I'm just completely and totally fucking horny right now." No shit?" I've heard about men in wartime, their reactions. Some cried, some get heroic, some became animals, and some got very horny."No shit. I want to fuck just about anybody right now. But I'm on my goddamn period..."I didn't. He was so hard I couldn't take it any more, and moved down and positioned his cock at my pussy. This was the moment we'd both wanted for a while, but it was the point of no return. Looking into his eyes, I slowly began to slide down on his shaft. We were making eye to eye contact, and I was whispering to him how much "I wanted my daddy's cock in me." When Daddy's cock was fully inside me, I started to slowly move up and down on his shaft. He laid there, staring at me, without moving. This went. Despite how it sounds it wasn’t at all tarty but cool and sophisticated. Helen, despite her age is still gorgeous with slim waist and big, well formed tits. I knew that plenty of young studs would be glad to ram her. She wasn’t so sure.She had another drink and went down to the bar, now keen to see what might happen. I stayed in the room for a while building up a hard on and stroking at the thought of her wrapped around another guy. I slipped downstairs and went to the bar and there was Helen.