The way women’s delicate, soft fingers fondle pussy lips and clit, men’s rough hands can never copy. Sara was an expert. Like an expert guitarist ...he strummed my cunt nerves and drove me crazy. As I began shouting, she abruptly moved between my legs and started licking.” Ohhhh, Saraaaaa, lick deeperrrrrrrrrrr,ummmmm,please lick my clit,,ohhhh, ” I was moaning as I was pouring juice by buckets. As soon as his wife left my tits Karim fell on them and started sucking with gusto. I clutched her. Her breathing was growing quicker so I kept rocking deep and slow. She started a low moan and clamped her legs around me. I alternated from kissing her to sucking her huge melons. Kim rocked her head back and squeezed me so tight with her legs that I couldn't breathe. I needed her to cum so I could get some air. I reached down between us and slid a finger into her pussy and curled it up at her g-spot. She started bucking again so I knew she was close. I pushed her back and started pounding her. Not wanting to risk anything any further, I dropped by skirt and put my shirt back on but not buttoning it. I knew that I had put him in a difficult position – remorseful about hurting me as shown by the bruises but aroused as shown by an erection that I could plainly see bulging his pants. He was actually speechless, barely able to gasp out ‘I’m sorry,’ before I said, ‘and look at this!” ‘My desk top was empty and I sat on the end. Grasping the hem of my skirt again, I pulled it up over my. .." "Yes, Monica, your boobs may well be exposed. Think of it as a plunging neckline. Buttons, Monica." "Yes, sir." Monica removed her hand from Vicky's inner thigh and undid the buttons, slowly. Vicky stopped her at the lowest one. "Let me, baby." Vicky unbuttoned the lowest one and commenced teasing Monica, flipping the blouse open, then closed, then open again. When flipped open, one or the other of Monica's perky breasts showed nipple and a little more. "Stop it, Vicky, someone will.