With just one finger in her, she’s already feeling tight. Realizing that if I ever want to fit my dick in her hole I’d need to loosen her up, I ro...ghly force my middle finger into her twat as well. Feeling the intrusion of a second finger, Tracie moans loudly around my dick. Withdrawing her head from my cock, she holds my member to one side and lifts my balls up higher with her other hand. She licks and slobbers all over my sack, occasionally nibbling and pulling on the skin. She then begins to. I saw a nervous anticipation that made my dick stir underneath my own grass skirt, which was the only article of clothing either of us wore for this special dinner. "Are you ready my love"? "Yes". "Then we shall begin", I said, clapping my hands, signaling two large Simoan men, also adorned in the traditional garb of the island. As they helped you to yourfeet, I shouted, "Prepare the altar"! You were escorted to an altar of large smooth stones, with lighted bamboo sticksburning. My wife and her sister are very close, and it is not uncommon for her to stay over with us during times of household drama, which unfortunately is fairly frequent. My fantasies have always been unobtrusive, and purely that: fantasy. Recently, however, during a brief stay at our place, I succumbed to urges a bit more involved, taking the opportunity of an empty house to go through her travel bag. I stumbled upon a collection of extremely skimpy undergarments, making me wonder if these were her. “It was booked up,” said Rodney. “Everything is booked up. I had to call in a favor from Mattie, at the Prairie Star. I told her we’d work in some commercials for her.”“Is it a nice place?”“For a hundred year old stone house, it’s gorgeous,” said Rodney. “Plus it has lots of history, and it’s right near the fairgrounds.”“We want this girl to be happy, Rodney,” warned Amanda.“Quit worrying. I looked at her bio. She’s from back in the mountains, in North Carolina, for pity’s sake. She’s only hit.