Morris’s dark-brown bush came into view. She had a thick tangle of pubic hair. Already, drops of juices were appearing as the stared at her daughter...with such lust.“You have to eat our daughter out,” moaned Mr. Morris. “She needs it. Please, please, Christina, devour our daughter.”“Oh, yes, eat your daughter’s cunt,” I moaned, my cunt on fire.“I suppose I have to,” Mrs. Morris said, her eyes locked on Britney’s brown-furred muff. “She looks so wet.”“Yes, she does,” I said.Mrs. Morris fell to. Circling it. The finger is more and more focused on the special place now. Your hips are moving unmistakably. You don't care what others see. This isn't about dignity. It's about pleasure. And you want the full pleasure.The finger is steady now. Rubbing and pushing. Almost as good as you would do yourself. And your senses are on fire as the kissing and touching continue. You thrust your hips as if meeting an invisible lover, pushing your sex against the finger.The signs are unavoidable as you. Kendall was standing over me wearing a calf length robe, cinched together at her waist to form a v shaped opening with her cleavage peeking out at the top. Her hair was disheveled; her eyes were bright and shining."You mean you want me out of here," I blurted. I was still sleepy enough that my resentment at being hidden from her dorm neighbors just popped out. I looked up at her quickly, but she didn't seem bothered. Instead she reached down to stroke my cheek affectionately."No ... I thought. Then she reached her fingers into Donna's pussy. Donna instantly began pushing her hips forward in an effort to climax. But instead of stimulating Donna further, Sheila pulled out Donna's panties, now soaked from her cunt.?Excellent,? said Sheila. ?You did better than I hoped.?Donna mewed again into her gag as she began to regain control of herself. Sheila held the soaked nylon up in the air.?Well, Ricky. Go ahead and make her say ‘Ah’.?Donna twisted her head away from Ricky, but he.