The thrill of being dragged off somewhere, having your clothes ripped off, god I'm getting wet just writing about it. I know I would hate it in real l...fe but in my mind it's wonderful. I know guys love to see and read about girls frigging themselves; well guys, us girls do it all the time. Even now my own fingers are between my legs more often than my husband's are.Threesomes, well I had a few, more girlie ones than with guys it's true. When my bits first arrived I was too scared to be with a. The cold liquid ran from his mouth and over her hot little button, Elizabeth thought she was going to cumn right then and there. David began towork his tongue inside her deeper and faster. He could tell that she was close, so he grabbed her waist tighter and slid his finger inside her. Her juices flowed freely down her ass, Elizabeth knew it wouldn’t be long before he would be fucking her sweet little pussy with his finger. Sure enough, David slid his finger into her pussy as he licked her. The new house was under way, although just at the very beginnings. Dave had been just about dead right; it only took a big yellow backhoe a few minutes to do what needed to be done to the remains of the old house. A bulldozer hadn't been necessary, since the backhoe could do the job and was needed for a few other things, like digging the footers for the new house. A separate contractor would be replacing the swimming pool over the next few months. So far, Dave hadn't spent much time out there,. I let my tongue make soft, lazy circles over the lips of your labia, occasionally delving deep inside or sliding higher to tease and nibble your hidden button. In my right hand, a tiny pocket rocket finds that mark more often, and just a few seconds of stimulation at this point has you again at the edge. A few seconds more, we both know, would push you over. Not yet, mon cher. I find I can tuck the rocket inside of you, and maneuver it with my tongue, the sensations not quite enough to bring.