I would then tease the lips, and play with her clit.As I increased my tempo, she would push my head down to her and lift herself to increase the press...re.She was whimpering, so I decided some relief was in order. I finally decided to focus my tongue-lashings directly on her clit. This was exactly what she wanted. As I ran my tongue faster and faster on her clit, I introduced my finger in her front...but not all the way in, just the tip. And worked it all around. This practically threw her over. I kept going to the gents and wiping the precum off with my fingers and then licking them clean and smearing the precum over my lips.I had two text messages from Fiona during the day asking how horny I was. I left work at the usual time and took the short drive home. As I pulled into the drive I saw another car already there. I didn’t recognise it and realised it was her lover’s.I was already getting aroused at the thought of watching her getting fucked and as I put the key in the door I was. Sandra thrust her bottom back at him, and demanded, “Don’t make me wait.” His left hand slid upward to her hip, and Sandra moaned as she saw him take his big cock in hand. She flexed her buttocks and licked her lips, further encouraging him with the sexy display. She sucked in a great gasp of air as the purple helmet of his cock pressed against her folds. “Fuck,” Daniel groaned as he slipped into her pussy. “Yes – please,” Sandra responded as he filled her full, pushing through the resistance. “Can you get hard again?” asked the photographer in a slight concern, “Shouldn’t be a problem” I stated, as I knew that once my cock had shook the butterflies, had straightened the initial nerves, had frightened off the stage bogey, it was primed, more sure shot, and resolute in its further duties, to harden, impress, and summon the magic of its wand. It was all smooth shagging from there on and in, especially doing doggy in the fashion of the Europeans, bum up humping her hard against her.