Slowly I move my hand down my body, getting to the top of my thigh I stop. I hook one of my legs over the back of the lounge, opening my legs and pull...ng my pants to the side. I begin to rub my fingers around the outside of my lips, teasing my pussy. Starting with one finger I slide it in and then add another, thrusting my fingers faster and harder. My pussy getting wetter by the minute, pulling out my fingers I reach for my vibrator. I barely turn the vibe on and press it against my nipple. "Oh Honey, don't cry," Sara if you need something, someone like her in your new world I haveto know. I can watch and be hopeful."She paused and more tears came. "It will hurt."I reached for my bag but she had a tissue already. "Your date Fridaywas difficult for me. I'm not certain how I could have gotten throughtoday if you hadn't called me this morning. Sitting around waiting foryou to get fucked by a dick was horrible. But it was necessary. A womanneeds to feel, to experience that kind of. The town where we were staying is very hot, so when I proposed to go to the sauna later that evening, she refused and suggested we headed to the bar for more drinks. She was wearing her normal bikini, which did not show more than a regular bikini, but she had a black sarong that is somewhat see-through. I suggested she showed a little more skin and she said she would do it but only if she felt, it was safe. So we sat in a table very close to the bar and bartender, we asked for a jug of sangria. Karen licked her fingers, growing slick with Tiffany’s juices. She smeared a coating around her rosebud nipple then sucked on it again.“You three must be getting Dan aroused. His big cock is rock hard and leaking juice,” Wendy commented smoothing the gel around the head.“Wendy, you can’t let a good cock like that go to waste,” Karen mentioned.“You’re right.” Wendy unfastened her seatbelt and turned, kneeling on the seat.“What the heck are you doing? It’s still light enough for someone driving.