Her pink coverings were so flimsy, clearly designed to attract mates, riding up the cleft of the buttocks, showing skin in the right curves. There was...nothing about the waist, her breast tied up in a separate, matching piece.It would be that much easier to use her.We had studied the species, vapid and vain, and yet sometimes the right receptacle for our attention.She would do.I swam, my arms and legs moving me forward, closing the distance in second. I curled around, my suction cups attaching. "But five black guys Geoffrey, for my first time please!" she pleaded."You're a virgin?" I gasped."Afraid so," she admitted, "But just imagine five big black cocks!" Sounds horrific!" I admitted."Put me down!" she protested again.I put her down carefully on the grass, but not before we were a hundred yards or more from the marquee on a wide grassy path leading towards the church."I suppose you're an expert on doing it?" she teased, "How many big black cocks have you had." None!" I. I had a feeling it was now or never. Before I could say anything, she asked me,”What were you trying to do there?”I was shocked. I couldn’t reply. She repeated her question but this time her tone was different.“Well…”“What???You think you can get away with what you tried there.”“I’m sorry”“Sorry?? Who’s going to add the ‘Ma’am’??? Looks like you‘ve forgotten your manners.” She was trying to be strict but it was obvious she was getting excited as well.“Grinding your cock into my ass like that.”I. "The further we go, the better I like it."I turned and said at my son, “yes the further we go, the better I like it!!”Nick was starting to move his fingers in and out of me. I had to bite my tongue to keep from moaning. I pressed my hand against his. I pushed his hand hard into my pussy. I wanted him to know I wanted him to go deeper in me. He got the idea and sank his fingers in me as deep as he could. I started moving my hips to the rhythm of his fingers. I looked over at my husband. It was a.