Is the wine that has emboldened me, or just the pure need of physical release? I don't even care what caused me to do it I just don't want the feelin... to end, at least not anytime soon. My long fingers pluck at my ripe nipples. My breathing has become shallower as the arousal blooms within me. My hand sets course down my chest. My face reddens as I feel like I’ll be caught in the act. I stroke the length of my leg. Little moans escape my lips as I go. I follow a trail up my inner thigh. . There were an awful lot of things she would do, but in no way would she let him shit in her face or on her. That was carrying things too far.About noon, Lisa finally dressed.Mike sat on her bed and watched her. He had already pulled on a pair of jogging shorts and a tank top. He wore no shorts, she knew, because she had helped to dress him.At her son’s suggestion, she wore a man’s shirt, tied underneath her shapely tits, with the buttons left undone. Also, he wanted her to wear a pair of. I turned, kissed Liz, and asked, “Too much to drink, huh?” I pulled out my hard dick, “You want some of this, or does she get the first load?”“Don’t hurt my baby, Don. I need to have serious words with Joe, so I’ll pass for now. She’s expecting to get fucked, but right now, I don’t think she’ll even realize it. Just don’t hurt her, please.”I made a quick decision. There was going to be plenty of time for Chris, so I took a handful of Liz’s hair, and started forcing her downward, “I’ll tell you. She put her hand on my pussy sliding it between my slit. I got another sensation but it was much different. It was inside but not my stomach. She told me to keep pushing my fingers inside her like she was doing to me. She put her other hand on my tit saying " my god you feel so good."My little nipples became hard and my pussy was tingling. I was really enjoying it. Then Paula told me to lay on the bed. She pushed my legs open putting her mouth on my pussy. I was shocked and surprised but I.