"Come on then," I laughed. "Let's give ourselves a night to remember." Mmm yes please," they said practically in unison and we were still laughing as ...hey treated me once again to a mind blowing show of stocking clad thighs and very damp panties whilst getting back in the car.In my wildest dreams, I couldn't have imagined a hornier scene as these two lovely horny women, hungry for each other began kissing noisily and wetly, still dressed in their mourning black.We were in the garden and I was. Cackling like a witch, Alice, out of Lucinda’s tortured fixed gaze, sat upright in bed and buffed a pillow to prop herself against, deriving a deep and satisfying pleasure from Lucinda’s distress. "I can't blink," said Lucinda.“Now you can’t speak,” said Alice and Lucinda lay mute and immobile.The moon was just now an agonising blur for Lucinda, one she feared would pop her eyeballs. Just as they were about to burst and run down her cheeks, everything went black like metal shutters had fallen.. She was still crying.He dressed himself and went out of the house. Then I stepped down the ladder and went inside my house. It was around 11p.m when I went inside my house. The next morning I thought of complaining about the noise which was heard from her house last night. When I complained her about the noise she started crying immediately. I told her not to cry and asked what the problem was. But she didn’t answer me and said nothing.At that moment I took out my cell phone and showed her the. Finding her already wet, I moved my hand back up to the top of her panties and underneath them. Now I ran my finger through her dark black pussy hair (no girls shaved back then). I play in the course hairs, pulling gently on them and tickling her mound.Then I slid my middle finger into her wet slit. I was sopping wet. As I slid my finger lower, it easily went into her cunt to the second knuckle it was so wet. I think she had already had an orgasm, but made no sound.Now, I had on hand.