He couldn't believe his eyes, as she lowered herself onto his cock. He watched her pussy lips bulge with the intruder spreading her apart. She rose so...e, with a moan, and sunk back down on him. She repeated this for some time as she tried to work more of him deep inside her pink pussy. From Tracey's stand point, the visual of her pale white thighs, with her bright pink pussy lips in between, tightly held just inside of her was stimulating him more than he ever recalled happening with any other. The sight of Sam licking her finger was all Lynn needed. He began to run his finger up and down her slit, as he gently spread her wings with his other hand. He felt her moist heat and it sent electric shocks through his spine. He inhaled her scent and became more aroused. ‘Tuna my ass, she smells more like a ripe grape tomato, and I love tomatoes.’ Lynn got closer and inhaled even deeper. ‘Buttermilk, that’s it: sweet musky buttermilk. I have to taste her.’ Sam was unprepared when Lynn began to. Maybe he hadnt truly woken and wasnt aware of hip surroundings let alone what he saw.I held my breathe aswell as my red hot spasming erection and didn't move a muscle for some minutes.Slowly i convinced myself I got away with it,i was too horny and into it now to stop anyway so after what seemed like an hour but was probably minutes I tentatively started to play again and the longer Tom didnt stir but kept snoring the more adventurous I became.Precome lubed my arsehole nicely n eased the entry. The rest of the lunch was fun, but I will admit that I was a littledistracted. I started playing things over in my mind. Yes, I had toadmit that there had been times over the years when it looked like mythings, especially my pantyhose and stockings, did not look exactly how Iremembered leaving them. And yes, maybe a few times my makeup drawerlooked a little out of place. Yes, there were one or two times that Icould not seem to locate a favorite pair of panties. But I dismissed allof that.