I put her right on her big desk and kissed her, tasting some of my own cum from her mouth. I kissed my way down her perfect tits and to her pussy. She...still had her soaked panties on, and I couldnt help but tease her by kissing on top on her mount. She was squeaking and squealing like a little girl until she told me to please stop teasing her. I pulled down her panties to find a perfect red, swollen pussy filled with juices. She tasted like strawberries as I licked her clit. Uhh, fuckkkkk,. If the Slayer’s hand had felt good, her pussy was beyond great.Dawn’s appreciative moans were in danger of being overheard as Faith moved her hips in an energetic rhythm.Her juices drenched Dawn’s balls and guaranteed some poor potential slayer a damp bedroll that night.Faith pressed Dawn’s arms back over her head, dipping her pale breasts towards the girl’s face. Dawn sucked on Faith’s nipples, biting harder at Faith’s urging, leaving teeth marks around the metal. Some part of Dawn thought it. With my hand, I rubbed the tip of my cock against the cotton that covered her wet vagina and a dark stain appeared as proof. Part of it was me but mainly it was her, her pussy juice. I rubbed her clitoris and she moved. She didn’t know whether to cooperate or move away, so she did neither. She just lay there and let it happen.I rubbed again, more intensely, and I could feel her getting excited. Should I pull her gusset aside and slip into her? I knew she would like it, but she had asked me not. He just smiled at me and told me she was a great lay. After he had left I asked my wife if there was anyway I could watch her have sex with him? She said she would ask Mike if he was OK with me watching. A little bit about Mike, he was raised on a farm in west Georgia, he hunts, fishes,and does all types of country stuff.One evening at the dinner table my wife told me that Mike had called her that afternoon and wanted to hook up for some sex that night. And that she had asked if I could watch.