“More. More.” I moaned at him, I felt him push his thumb in to join his fingers, his fist clenching in my vagina as he edged in further. The juice... lining my pussy lubricant enough as his hand forced itself further and further in, I groaned as he stretched me wide, pain and pleasure overtaking me, not knowing whether to scream out in agony or ecstasy. I knew it was in deep, his whole hand totally eaten by my pussy. His hand unclenched inside of me, damn that felt good, he wrenched his hand. Kingston since what I am about to say concerns him to a great extent. He was a man in his mid thirties and extremely good looking, having a moustache that made him look somewhat like Clark Cable who was very popular at the time. He was married and lived on North Street in a large house - he earned very good wages - but he and his wife had no children yet.When I first began to work for Mary's father, Mr. Kingston used to have a framed picture of his wife on his desk, I could tell that she was. It was even more arousing for those watching since I think it was obvious when we walked in the pool area that I was Julie’s husband, and there I was watching and acquiescing as my best friend was fondling her. I felt my dick begin to stiffen when he rubbed his thumbs against her pussy, as he had done from the back, and moved his hands outward over her hips.Neither Daniel nor Julie even acknowledged me as he moved onto the lounge again, straddling her legs, and began spreading the lotion on her. ” Simon moved his hands from my breasts to undo his trousers.He put his hands on my silky smooth black knickers, gave my bottom a few light squeezes before slipping my knickers to the floor. I can’t begin to describe the feeling I had knowing he was about to enter me. As he did, he was slow and deliberate. I was so wet I could hear the sound of my juices squishing out. I was starting to orgasm again. The walls of my pussy were gripping and pulsating around him. Harry and his boss felt the same.