My whole body, my toes, my legs, my knees, my thighs, not missing any curve or any flesh. Leaving kisses behind my knee. Just drowning me in ecstasy. ...our hands spreading my legs open, and just seeing the look on your face. The look of hunger, desire, crave, and need. All written on your face…the expression turning me on even more. The room filling with our scents together. comingling in the air. The natural scent making my nipples perk up harder than before. I feel your lips on my inner thigh. She wanted to see another cute little encounter like that one but nothing else happened.There were other people that stared at Cherry and Taffy, but no one else approached them. I saw a few dirty stares as well but mostly from women who noticed their husbands were leering at them.Dad turned the settings up to nine and left it there for the final minute. Their hips gyrated, and their expressions became goofy, but neither Cherry nor Taffy removed either hand from the flagpole. The wind blew both. She looked up to see Andrew wasn't at his stool. Probably gone for a cigarette.Andrew watched the persistent young man watch his wife walk away. His eyes lingered on her ass before she was gone. Andrew stood there by the door, wondering to himself how often advances like this were made on Ashley.With her long dark curls, and curvy figure Ashley stood out in a crowd. With her dark brown eyes and sexy smile she could make any man long to lay her down. Still he couldn't get the image of the dark. She’s not particularly pretty, looking very fake, but she’s got a sexy quality to her ... The face may only score a 6 out of 10, but we still really want to see her in action.She stops on her mark infront of the bed, facing up to the camera and introducing herself like a rock-star, “Hi ... My name is Leigh Rush, I’m 38, I’m from Plymouth ... And I want to be famous so much I’m willing to fuck a pig on national television!”We cut to a few minutes later – Leigh has repositioned herself, sitting.