I moan at this slow motion, and wrap my arms around him, gently smoothing down the hair on his back. He slides his middle finger deep into me, then sl...wly withdraws it. When he has his finger half out, he pushes it back in, this time curling it as he goes. As his fingertip gently tickles my inner wall, I moan again and press my crotch against his hand. Anxious, are you? He asks me in a whimsical tone. Dont worry, youll get yours. Again he pulls his finger part way out and straightens it before. It's like somebody turned on the flirting switch and she won't back off." What? You're saying my girl's a slut now?"His face paled. "No. That's not it at all. Nothing's happening, Steve. I swear. She's like a six year old, always wanting to sit on my lap, plant little kisses on my face. Hugging me. Kissing my 'boo-boos' she calls it." Right. This is a hell of a thing Dan. I'm fucking incapacitated..." I couldn't do it any longer. He was too easy, still feeling guilty about letting her get away. Her breasts were heaving as she tried to inhale, her lower body arching as she lifted her chest off the bed; pinned as she was by the two cocks in her pussy and mouth. Her climax was building fast, the feel of her Master’s cock inside her, pleased her.Brian’s cock ploughed her trough as quickly as he could and when he felt the time was right, he reached out to pinch both her nipples.Angela cried out loud despite her husband’s cock filling her mouth. The intense and unexpected pain brought her. Being nude in the house all the time just worked for us. A few days later it started to snow outside. It was a wonderful sight to see. We had the tree decorated and the lights plugged in. The scene was perfect. Two days later was my birthday. "happy birthday lover." she said giving me a small box. In it was a bottle of cologne. There was a special cake in the kitchen. This cake was strawberry and shaped like a pussy. This was an amazing cake. I wondered who she got to make it. Whoever it was.