Her throat was dry as she maneuvered her fingers faster on Joy’s drenched clit, her daughter humping her hand with more desperation in each bounce.�...�Come on Joy, I know it feels good for you baby! Come all over momma’s hand and make it all wet! Make mommy happy baby!” Sara’s own fingers found her own throbbing clit and began to rub it vigorously. Her old, wet pussy humping in search for an entering cock, she forced her fingers down her shaved slit to her hole and slammed her fingers inside. Finally he let me go, and pulled his dick from my ass. The void wassomething I can't explain. It was like I still felt him inside me, but myass felt the openness of his absence. He didn't ask, he just grabbed my hipand threw me over on my back. He then straddled my stomach and slapped hisdick against my breasts. He pushed his dick between my breasts and then withhis hands on the outside of my breasts he squeezed them together so itsurrounded his cock and started fucking my breasts. He was. Finley thought all possiblecolours on the same hand would be nice. Jack hesitated and meant thatpink was appropriate on all fingers. And then we got started, Finleyfirst. As expected, there was nail polish everywhere. Jack had bettermotor skills and applied the pink nail polish much more precisely. ThenI told them we needed to sing both verses of God save the queen ten timesbefore I could use my hands. That took endlessly long, and Finley was outof sight long before we had sung it the second. "Let's go back over, before they miss us."While walking back over to Ryan's we made a date for Saturday night and exchanged numbers before walking in the backyard. We sat back down in our chairs like nothing had happened and started back in on the conversation. No one said anything to us, but I knew I would get the third degree after Chad and Mike left. I was praying they would stay a little longer, but they left a little before nine. When they said their goodbyes, I tried to say mine but John.