You never know.” With that Cindy turned and left, but stopped and told me her address. “It’s the green house.” l snuck out of the house the ne...t day not being able to guess what was going on. I walked through the field and found Cindy’s house. Cindy came to the door wearing a T-shirt with no bra. Her nipples made prominent bumps on the fabric and her breasts jiggled as she moved. I followed her inside. Claire was in the living room sitting on the couch. She had on her tight short shorts and a. This gave her even more of a turn- on, and her fingers moved into her love-starved slit and began to massage her clitoris into twitching hardness. She couldn't resist playing with herself this way; she had done it so many times since coming to San Francisco. Certainly her fingers were no substitute for Chris's hungrily, lapping tongue -- God!, how she missed those nightly sucking sessions! -- but it was the only acceptable way she could satisfy herself now. Besides, it was natural. OOOHHH,. .the bedroom."Dave released Atchira and they both got out of the tub. Atchira got a towel and dried David off. While she was drying him off David cupped her breasts in his hands a gave her a massage stopping every once in a while to caress her hardening nipples. David then reached down grasped her hips and lifted her into his arms. He then began to kiss and lightly bite her neck and she stirred heavier. "AAAAh FUCK! Mmmm! The bedroom is down the hall to the left." Dave walked her into the room. She took me by the hand to a semi secluded area and put her hand down my pant shorts and I could see her gladly amazed face. She spoke to her friend giggling and she ask if we could go somewhere else, I ask her about her hotel room.Off we go, my coworkers, that didn't know there way around where left there with her friend. I started driving, she's touching my crouch with one hand and she's has her other hand inside her daisy dukes fingering her pussy, she showed me how wet she was by bringing.