She tossed her head back and gasped, arching her back, pushing her breasts up into the delicate feminine hands that held them down on the bench, and f...lt the woman's hair on her face, then lips kissing her neck, eyes and mouth. At last, his hand was cupped over her smooth mound, a sliver of olive oil running down into her slit to mingle with her own lubricating oil. His fingers slid lower, one either side of her clit, and he slipped just the tip of his index finger inside her, holding his hand. It was Jane’s. I thought out loud, “I wish you were here right now Jane. Oh I so wish...” I heard her sigh. She did not say anything but I knew she had the same thoughts running in her mind. She also wanted to be here with me ... right here in my arms. I wanted to give her pleasure that she had never experienced, never even imagined in her dreams. “It's not my hand squeezing my cock right now. It's yours. I'm going to help you reach your fingers around it. Now my hand is covering yours. Do. I think I wouldprefer to be with a soft hairless gentle girly man like Martina.Does that seem sick to you."I gently squeezed her to me and smiled as I struggled to suppressthe hopes surging around inside me."No Angela, I quite understand. It must have been horrible."After such a large dose of sympathy, Angela's mood changed briefly."It's a pity, Martina wasn't already grown up," giggled Angela."Oh come now darling," I chuckled, "She's only a child."Angela tensed."No! No! It's nothing like that.. A few minutes later, I had my cock in Anns pussy. I fucked Ann harder than I had for years. The desk creaked as I slammed into her pussy. Anns slot was so slippery and open that my cock glided in and out of her silky slot easily. I told Ann how fucking hot she was as I exploded into her dripping tunnel. By then, Ann was having her own orgasms and gasping softly. After we finished, we looked at the pictures several more times. I couldnt believe the pictures that were zoomed in, showing Melinda.