My happy button was slowly coming to life and asked for attention with gentle throbbing.Will was a very mindful and teasing lover, who really liked sp...nding time down there and play slow, playful games. “Watching you getting more and more aroused turns me on too,” he had said once. He opened my lips and stroked the soft sensitive skin in-between with his tongue, being careful to avoid my clit. I moaned letting myself be lost in pleasure momentarily while still tightly gripping a branch for. Sweet grass Heather."Without warning the waves amplified. I was getting it non-stop, the other girls were taking turns at my ass, a barrage of tongues and lips and suctioning and slurping and slippery wetness engulfing my ass and sending me over the top. I was cumming. And it was beyond a recognition. It was only pleasure, my mind had no sensibility to process any of it. My eyes were rolling to the back of my head and I was moaning uncontrollably as the girls kept taking turns, tasting my. Am I right?”Her inner feminist struggled to find words, but it hit her like a slammed door of truth. She realized, “Yes.” He was right, she’d been getting horny, but never enough to actually get off. He was right, he knew.“Very good then, there is an easy solution to your problem. Open your mouth dear.” He unstopped the top of the dropper and measured out a small amount of clear liquid.Her world spun, but with no more arguments to make, and a horrible feeling of guilt still running through her,. Baker was moaning lightly and had his hand on the back of Mr. Brown’s head, guiding his movements. As I watched, I felt myself dampen. I was slightly repulsed by the sight in front of me, but I was also immensely aroused. My right hand, completely of it’s own accord, moved to the front of my jeans and began to lightly rub and massage the area. As Mr. Baker increased the movement of Mr. Brown’s head, I increased my own movements. After several minutes of watching, I moved my hand down my pants.