My neighbor was doing a great job fingering me at this point and at some point switched to pounding one or two fingers into my hot pussy with increasi...g pressure and speed. I was so horny and loving this that I came hard and squeezed tight on his hand. His other hand was fingering my nipples, at least I think it was his hand, I still had my head between two strong thighs.I worked my tongue up and down my gardener’s shaft, taking the whole thing every time he thrust. I could hear them talking to. ”“It’s a dive,” Max said.“Max ... I’m from here. I know the Antler. Really good home-brewed rootbeer.” She grinned. “And Canadian cut fries.”“Watered and salted vinegar,” he wasn’t drooling ... but it was close. “Now I’m going, by myself if I have to ... you coming?”“Let me rinse this sunblock off and get in some clothes.”“As long as you don’t hide your light under burlap.”“Why, Max ... you noticed.”“Your work clothes are the epitome of tacky.”Elizabeth Anne Boleyn directed Max to a home on. "I was finding all this fondling very arousing, I was actually getting hot from the men stimulating all those sensitive spots. They were even fingering me, finger-fucking my vagina when they were just supposed to stroke my cunt or clit! It was obvious what they were doing, you could see the man's hand pumping in and out beneath our skirts! But Allan was eating all this up, and Janet's husband was too, so I just went along with it, standing motionless in front of the winner or sitting beside. “Tighter Doug. If I can’t bear the pain, I stop you,” she said.He pinched tighter and she moaned, arching her back, pushing her ass forward. With the other hand Doug spanked her ass. Three, four, five times, then the left hand began pulling that nipple down, and the right hand rubbed her red ass, then down to her pussy. She was so wet.“Open your legs for me,” he told her in a harsh tone.She did as he asked, and she felt his finger circling her entrance.“Oh, jeez. Yes, Doug,” she said.“Shush, I.