"Not a lot of excitement" I said. "Pity- I like excitement!" "Me too". "Could do with a bit now if you get my meaning?" , he said, brushing my arm. "I...do", and rather boldly for me I brushed my arm against his hip, At that, he took my hand and placed it on his bulging groin. "Mmmm", I said stroking it.Now, it was a case of finding somewhere nice and private, so we walked up the hill out of the village me unable to keep my hands off his quite glorious arse. "I want to eat your ass" I said to. Janice began to slide her hands down over Cathy’s stomach and then back to her breasts. Each time her hands would slide a little lower. Cathy’s moan grew louder, her eyes still closed. Was she imagining that those hands were mine? That question was immediately answered when Cathy sighed and said “Oh Janice that feels so nice”. Janice slid her hand further and reached her pussy. She began to rub over Cathy’s clit. Cathy squealed but no effort to stop her. Instead she whispered “yes Janice that. They both gasped and Holly leant forward to touch it.Her delicate little finger around my shaft was like ecstasy pills, every time her tiny digits passed over a vein my super-sensitive rod, sent tidal waves through my mind. She carried on slowly rubbing my small dick delicately, before Emma interrupted. “My turn!” she said and gently pushed Holly out of the way, Emma straddled me by the knees giving her enough room to stroke my dick. She grabbed it in both hands an ii closed my eyes as she. The excited sex-heat of the audience acted like a giant furnace, and the drugged young housewife could feel a trickle of sweat running from her navel down her belly into her pubic hair. Its slow teasing trail caused her to squirm down against the firm leather edges of the cushion, which rubbed sensuously against the moist, hair-lined flanges of her hotly throbbing pussy. She bit hard against her lower lip to keep back a groan of frustration.Her forehead was covered with a fine mist of.