I pushed my tongue between her lips trying to force them apart, slight success as I was able to run my tongue in a little until I met her the wall of ...er teeth.I pulled away and she half smiled at me as I took a step back and looked at her, her body laying limp with her little sports bra covering her tiny bee stings. Her flat belly down to the elasticated waistband of her shorts, with her man spreading pose I was able to see her little white panties up the inside of her legs, a few stray hairs. When it's not dark and she is not under a blanket, she has a beautiful camel toe.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. . Ann was still buoyant, surprising me as she admitted that she still felt the need for more stimulation, going to a drawer and blushing as she handed me her vibrator, sitting on the settee with legs spread in anticipation. She was soon gurgling with pleasure as the buzzing plastic pleaser did its work on her love button and vagina, an interested photo-man watching intently as her new arousal took hold and her breathing increased and turned to pants with intermittent moans of pleasure.Now. Fatigued by wounded hearts, neither had the strength to begin the battle debriefing. The truck interior had reached a flesh frying Fahrenheit. Sam opened the doors, rolled down the windows, and turned on the engine. ‘It feels like hell in there.’ ‘Here’s a news flash, Sam, I’ve been living in hell for two days.’ Tears mixed with the perspiration on her cheeks. ‘You knew what Bob was going to tell me, didn’t you?’ ‘Let’s not talk about it now.’ She grasped his hand. ‘Take me home?’ He followed.