My fingers kept going bringing Lynda to cum again. Then with out saying,she turned onto her side,still holding my cock,she pushed her arse towards my ...aiting tool,& when I was fully in,she let me fuck her till I shot inside her butt. The first to meet Jayne,& my first arse of a woman I had fucked,but not the first anal sex. That was my old lover,a gay man who loved me & who I let fuck & suck me when I was 16. I remember telling Lynda about him & was surprised when she said it didn't bother. After we had made our minds up on what we wanted, we used the menus to make a wall on the table so the others couldn’t see us. We leaned over the table to each other and kissed some more. We heard the waitress clear her throat and looked up to see her standing over us. We broke our kiss and I sat back down, my face red. “What will you two love birds have today?” the waitress said with a Southern accent, which was weird in Rhode Island. “Well, I will have some coffee, the western omelet platter. Her small tits bobbed as she panted hard.Van stuck one finger into his mouth and wet it with his saliva. He placed that wet finger against the girl's pussylips."Ohhh," Loni sighed.Gently, he inserted his finger into his daughter. She felt hot and wet and her cuntmeat pulsed against his invading finger. He had not stuck his finger very far inside her before it bumped up against a thin, resistant piece of tightly stretched tissue… her cherry."Oh, Daddy!" she cried, excited but alarmed, too. Then. My wife returns a few minutes later wearing the same t-shirt and form-fitting sweat pants tied in the front. I notice right away the lack of panty lines (she hates them). I can only assume she left her panties with her shorts, not uncommon by any means. Since the light is rapidly fading away, my wife and Bill start cleaning up the dinner dishes and putting the food items away. My wife gathers up all the dishes, while Bill grabs the food items. He follows her into the dark cabin.She puts the.