Once again my hands went to her tits. Only this time they did not stay there. I slid one hand down to her pussy. She grabbed my hand, maybe to pull it...away I don't know, but my fingers got inside her and any resistance fell away. She turned her face back to me so we could kiss. My fingers were inside her but I really wanted to replace them with my dick. Stella was onto my plan. "Oh George, this is feels wonderful but we just can't......." She just couldn't say fuck. I did not say anything. I. Though I had seem him naked before it was only fleetingly, and he had always tried to keep his privates private. Now I wondered why, because he had a big thick cock that most guys would have envied, and it was rapidly getting hard. He was looking at me, too -- my dick wasn’t as big as his, but I have nice low-hanging balls I was always kind of proud of. His girlfriend noticed we were checking each other out. She took us both by the hand and led us to the bed, where we spent the next 20 minutes. Her huge busty boobs were hanging like ripe mangoes with pointed long and erect nipple. She had lean waist and huge hips. She had little hair on her pink soft pussy. Her thighs were in good shape like a model and not like regular house wife aunties and bhabhi’s who have fatty lumps on their legs.She was a super star material and her whole body was lean except at her huge boobs and wide pear shaped hips. I was sad once I heard that but a****l inside me was forcing me to grab her and fuck her and. Damn you? she cursed at Eve, who wasn't even in the same room at the time.She pushed the mop around the floor and tried to minimize the number of times she had to squeeze the mop with her foot. It was difficult pressing on the lever with her high heeled shoe. She could only press with the toe tip of her shoe on the lever. The spiky heel did not help her much. Each lift of her leg caused the stinging needles to work their way further and further up inside her pussy, but she could do nothing.