I put my hand between my legs and started to finger myself. I wanted to get good and wet so that my new obsession wouldn’t have any trouble filling ...e. I raised my voice and said “Hey! Don’t be a bitch! Is this how you thank me for bringing you along?” Sharon stopped licking him and turned her head. “I’m so sorry!” She smiled and said “Not! You got me all worked up and everything you said is true! I never imagined anything like this!” I stood up and quickly shed my clothes. I walked my naked. I was very pleased she agreed to my proposal. I was dying to get my hands and mouth and dick to attack her body juicy body which was fresher after the bath. I was getting so desperate that I wanted to actually throw the baby out of the window. But I had now choice. It was not my baby. So I had to wait. After half an hour the baby was fast asleep. My eyes had not moved from her hardcore sex-bombshell of a body. She slowly looked to see what I was upto. I crawled on the bed and lie down putting. She always wished that her husband was waiting for her there behind the stage to take her to the dressing room and fuck her brains out. Sometimes he was there and every single time he had been, Sara had almost dragged him to the room where she'd prepared for her performance and stripped his clothes off until she could get at his cock. Then, she'd either pull him on top of her or she'd get him on his back and mount his hard cock and slide it inside her so she could ride his manhood until they. Cindy was on the opposite team and I got to "guard" her as the pro players say. However, Cindy's idea of guarding had little to do with what the coach had told us. Her version consisted of a lot of "close" contact - rubbing her titties against my titties when standing in front of me, fondling my butt and rubbing her tits against my back whenever she got behind me, even running her fingers over my nipples or crotch when she thought no one was watching. By the time we headed for the showers she.