Her long brown ponytail was swaying with the movement of her head."Hi, mom." Hi, Sharon. How was school today?" The same as always. Couldn't wait to b... home. And you at work?" Look at my face and tell me how it went," the woman, looking good in her business outfit, said with dramatics. Sharon looked at her mother's face indeed, seeing a mock-weary expression on it. The light was shimmering in her mother's glasses and strands of curly brown hair were hanging over her ears across her. I wasted no time and let two of the fingers from my right hand touch Ann's well used pussy. She let out a quiet moan as my fingers slid a few inches into her and my thumb rubbed her clit. She was surprisingly wet. Her thick white juices were visible on my fingers as I worked them in and out.I wanted to taste Anne but was painfully aware of the other bathers. I suggested that we separately go to the hotel's poolside toilet and shower block (dressed to look like a Madeiran Santana house). I was. He told me he can feel my bottom tighten up on the contraction and to give it a chance. When the contaction stopped, I felt the finger moving slowly deeper in my bum, moving in and out, very slowly. It was relaxing once my ass became adjusted to his finger, knowing Brian he was watching every stroke his finger made. I was in and out of sleep periodically, each time I woke up, the finger was still in my ass. I heard someone open the bedroom door, it was Candy, she asked Brian how I was doing. He. ”“What do you want to see, Pete? What do you want to see me do?”His hand began to slide up my thigh as he replied.“I want to see it all! I want to watch you being seduced, Penn. I want to see you resist, then give in to him.”His hand was between my legs now, his fingers touching the gusset of my knickers.“I want to see you kissing, open mouthed as if you were teens. I want to see his hands on your body; on your breasts; on your bottom. I want to see him strip you; finger you. I want to see your.