‘ I can’t believe he left me like this’‘there is no need to let this juicy wet pussy go waste!’‘ I don’t need my husband to have a nice ...rgasm’ she starts running her fingers over her vagina. She was rubbing fast, not like the usual masturbation she does.She dug her fingers as deep inside her pussy as she could.Meanwhile something drastic happens. A man, thief probably dressed in black, face covered climbs up and was viewing all that savita was doing from the glass window. He came for a good. I press my left index finger into me, but only so that my pussy tightens around my first knuckle. I tease myself by sliding in slowly, savouring the feel of my finger slipping easily into me. I press my finger deeper, feeling my inner walls tighten and start pushing and pulling, my finger moving in and out of my tight, wet pussy. I moan loudly and rub my clit harder now, faster, my back arching as my single finger thrusts into me, again and again. As I pull my finger back, I slip my middle. I went into the room and lay on the bed hitched up my sarong and facing the balcony started playing with my clit and fingering my wet pussy. Both Mark and P watched for a while until Mark came in and sat on the bed beside me he played with my tits and then bent to kiss me but I pushed his head down to my cunt. I looked over and saw P still on the balcony watching and rubbing his cock, he smiled and nodded. I pushed Mark away from my cunt and took his cock in my mouth, it was still salty from. The night in question followed a night shift and quite a hot day so I grabbed a few hours sleep, then had a long bath before being treated to a scrumptious early supper. I, Didn,t realise Sarah had also bought a tape of Arabian style music which she put in my cassette recorder for atmosphere, then lit some incense she,d bought and disappeared into our bathroom for a bath of her own. I sat watching an early evening quiz show as Arabian flutes floated through our rented apartment awaiting my.