Esme too was getting breathless, and I slipped one hand off her breasts and underneath her leg to finger her clit. That started her climax and I rode...her through it and then let the sensation of her pulsing cunt around my cock build my approach to release, which again was a sensational experience.But I was not finished here. Before she could relax, I took my hand and gathered our mixed fluids from her leaking cunt and smeared them over her puckered arsehole. She gasped and I wondered if she. But as good as Rachel was she was starting to grow tired.She knew it was only a matter of time before she made a costly mistake. Taking his blows and trying to get out of the way of the major ones she couldn't block was starting to take its toll on her. While she did get in a few good hits and kicks herself, they certainly didn't have the same power that his did.That is why when they did another exchange of blows, and Rachel, who was now growing tired, fell for a feint and tried to capitalize. Then simply laughed, deciding to let my body movements do the rest.Fortunately, I didn't have to wait too long for the shiny sash to slacken, allowing the flimsy bodice to loosen. Then my animated movements loosened it to the point of allowing it to slide over my small but very erect nipple. I felt I was in seventh heaven, so didn't even attempt to remedy the exposure. It was incredibly thrilling, listening to their very flattering remarks and watching their lecherous expressions.All too soon. Reassuring me, that while I might get a rush of hormones, a rush of horniness and dizziness that I was ready, that I wouldn’t faint and he was right. Off course he was right. It was amazing and wonderful to see his legs, his underpants, he suddenly wore underpants again, although I didn’t know when he had put it on again, or maybe he never even get them off, maybe the practice underpants were a different pair of underpants. God said he needed to tie me down, so I wouldn’t loose control, and.