"Why don't you fuck my...pussy again?" Danny said, filledwith shame.Sandra lightly giggled in his ear, with her new low voice, but in herusual manner ...e loved so much to hear when she was playfully teasing him."What pussy?" and she proceeded to put her hand on his crotch.Danny felt her grabbing him in a place that wasn't there for a long time.He had his dick again! And Sandra was masturbating it lightly! He spentso much time without it he even forgot how it felt to have it."So my little slut. More than my finger dipped into the fleshy cleft half-hidden by her pubichair. My wife's secret places were also being touched by a stranger'seyes. He witnessed and shared her rising excitement as I stroked the stifflittle bud that sought my fingertip. He heard her soft moan of pleasure. Little by little, he was plundering her sexual secrets, filling hispounding blood with memories of how she looked, how she sounded. Memoriesthat would bring both stiffness and relief in years to come. I. It should be sufficient for them to salvage the boat's contents.The tanks and other contents of the locker were jumbled and jammed in place. He freed a mouthpiece and opened the valve on the regulator. It was one of the empties. He released it and freed another mouthpiece. He turned the valve and sucked down air. He pulled out Mary's diving mask. The lens was shattered, and he released it, too. There was Alyson's yellow, twin-lensed mask. He grabbed it and then found his own beneath that, under. On my face, or in my hair, over my tits." I can just imagine all their cum; I'd love to have been there to lick it off your face." I wish you had been. While one fucked me, the others would stand around the bed watching. They were laughing and making comments, such as: 'You won't last five minutes with this one, mate'. 'She's too hot for you to handle, looser.' Stuff like that. I loved how they taunted each other, how they told each other I was too hot for them."Each wanted me a different way..