My middle finger curls as it enters her. Her wet velvet walls gripping it as it is pushed inside. My fingertip pressing on her spot inside, pressing i...to the soft spongy spot that drives girls wild.Her thighs clamp around her head, Her hips moving in time with the suckling of my mouth on her clit. Her breathing ragged, panting, a noise coming from her, a low guttural wailing that rises in pitch and intensity as I suck her harder, two fingers now buried deep inside her. Her hips bounce on the. After a few minutes I gave up and directed my attention at Nicole. She looked like a starlet, with long brown hair and a beautiful face with high cheekbones. She was wearing a tight black one-piece suit that barely held in a huge pair of breasts. I felt comfortable staring at her, because she was so drunk she wasn't aware of it. She just kept chatting about herself. "Do you want to see it?" she suddenly asked me, shaking me out of my thoughts. "Um, see..it?" I said back, not wanting to. Charley steps in and reaches out to take one grapefruit tit in each hand. She weighs them up, squeezes them, turns to camera and smiles. “They’re not bad, you know ... I prefer the real thing, but these are okay...” She looks down at her own chest, concealed within a t-shirt, and adds, “I wouldn’t mind a pair myself!” The whole time Charley is talking Stephanie is biting her lip, soaking up the simple pleasure of the feel of another woman’s hands on her boobs. Charley ends her squeezing by. " Are you sure? It gets pretty lurid, Scott." Not for the fist time, she wondered if his demand for details had not arisen out of a need for catharsis, but rather a prurient need on his part to relive each event. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, and his fingers had pushed the hood completely up off her clitoris. She was soaking wet and very excited. Could she finish the confession before one of them climaxed?"Continue," he growled."I was wearing a t-shirt, no bra, and he pushed it.