"Impossible fantasies." What? You mean like screwing Cindy Crawford?" asked Jennifer tartly."No," answered Andy absently. "Wife swapping and crap like...that." Wife swapping?" Jennifer looked shocked. "With whom?" No one. That's why its an impossible fantasy."Sophie looked confused. "Why impossible?" 'Cos we both married the wrong people."Andy looked up and qualified his friends statement. "A long time ago, while we were in Hong Kong, we made a stupid pact. One that we can't keep." Again it was. He cleared his throat and continued. He pointed at my pussy - the pussy his eyes were glued to. "Cover yourself up, baby girl. Pull your skirt down. We need to get back." I snatched his hand and held it, guided it toward my pussy. "Why don't you pull my skirt down for me, daddy?" I asked, smiling at him as I pulled him closer. He was too shocked to resist at first, then he snatched his hand back as if it burned. "Stop that, Rosie! (I giggled.) "Stop it! You get down and get in the car now!" I. Scott started stroking down her pussy, he massaged her lips softly, softly until he felt the secretion of her excitement.. her fluid was thick n slimy and he found the centre of it and slid his thick middle finger inside her. Dianne arched her back n moaned louder. Dianne was tight and hot inside... her insides clamped around his finger holding it in. He worked her hole slowly, just gently easing the finger in and out, slowly increasing the lubrication that was building. Scott slid in his index. I started to giggle uncontrollably. It was so strange, like I felt so naughty but also like I was showing off an A+ report card or something. I’m afraid I was beaming rather goofily at Matthew, but he was such a sport. Our eyes were locked, basking together in this pleasurable moment that was really too odd for rational reflection.“You okay?” he asked, and I made some emphatic “uhm hmm!” noise like I had my mouth full of a warm delicious brownie or something. “Slide it back out slowly, till.