She pouted."Ohhh, all right."So, again, I had us packed up with only breakfast out when she returned from the shower house with wet hair."I met Clyde,... she said."Oh?" He's Mabel's husband." Oh." He asked me if I was with you of my own free will." What?" I gathered that Mabel talked to him. He just wanted to make sure you weren't taking advantage of me, or hadn't kidnapped me or something like that," she said."What did you tell him?" What do you think I told him? I told him thank you, but I was. Right there. Right there. Right there."Her body was telling him exactly how to fuck her. Splitting herself open from the core with her fingers, she fucked herself. She couldn’t help herself from moaning loudly. Images of his loaded cock being stroked over her flooded her mind."This is how I like to be fucked. Watch me and see exactly how I like to be fucked. Watch me."Slapping her clitoris against her fingers, she increased speed. Her body writhed in pleasure. She changed rhythms, flicking her. Gingerly sucking on it, my pussy was soaking wet, it tasted so good a musky man taste, mixed with pre-cum. Sandee was busy making out with this man, but I stopped, clearing my throat. Sandee? Can I Use your hands? Of course! Dont be shy in front of me, please unwind and enjoy this, Sandee said, taking my hands guiding it to the mans body. His muscular thighs were rock hard. My hands traveled up to his stomach feeling its sculpted musculature too. Then I found the base of his cock. My hands. I could still feel my skin smouldering where his hand had brushed it. I reached down, parted my legs slightly and started massaging my clit, moaning softly. I was so worked up that I came, whining, after just a minute of quick strokes. I rested, caressing my breasts, until I quit panting and began again to stroke myself, pinching my nipple with my other hand. I started slowly; my clit was so tender right after coming it barely stood touching. As the tenderness eased, I stroked faster and.