Every once in a while she'd pull it out and rub it up and down across her clit, edging herself a little. Then she'd slide it back into her pussy, and ...ump it some more. The wet toy slipped from her hand on an out stroke a fell to the bed. She immediately rubbed her clit back and forth, strumming it like a guitar. Her legs twitched with pre-orgasmic tremors.Mike's pants were at his ankles, as he watched his wife finger, and fuck herself in a crazy lust-filled haze. She grabbed the dildo again,. . really!" Yes... I know... only too well! Is she blonde, brunette... or what?" She's a true blonde, I think. She's the one I remarked about... when I saw her at that service station... remember? In that little town... about sixty miles back!" The one in the camper they were fixing there?" The same!" Harry assured. "She was wearing those tight hot pants!" Oh, yes... I remember!... And I'll have to do something about that!" she smiled."What do you mean... ?" I'm going to buy some hot pants.... Some are looking for legal loopholes like opening a casino, but that seldom works. The real problem is what we call the 'Twinkies'." What in the world are they?" New Agers, the Birkenstock crowd. They've practically overrun places like Sedona. What they want is to rip off our religion so that they can sell "Vision Quest" packages or other religious or pseudo religious ceremonies and tokens to tourists claiming legitimacy because they are real Native Americans. It's a sore point, as if I hung. We kissed a bit longer and I decided to lead him to the bedroom. I lay on my back with my legs spread as he probed my wetness with his fingers. He started with one finger, and worked up to two as I moaned into his kiss and spread my legs wider for his grip. John began to pound his fingers into my softness until I cried out and came in shuddering waves. Once the crashing subsided, John broke our kiss and moved down my body. He began to taste my juices. I could hear and feel his tongue devouring.