I ran it along her crack, causing her to respond as it made its way closer and closer to her erotic spots. Finally touching them, she reacted with a ...ubmissive movement of spreading her legs even wider, moving her hips into the touch and a loud, “Yes!”, she was in ecstasy. I began probing my finger at her vaginal opening, just slightly inserting it around the edges at first. As I ran my finger around and around, she strained to push her opening up into my finger. I resisted the insertion. . .something that kept my attention riveted to her.Then, having approached to the point of passing, I reluctantly moved to one side and forward casting a sideways glance at the woman as I passed. I had to see if she looked as good from the front as she did from behind.As I made my sideways appraisal of her the woman suddenly spoke, “Pete. Is that you?” On hearing her address me, I recalled Geena from our college days only now perhaps 140 pounds lighter and fit. There wasn’t the slightest trace. She knew her girlfriends did it but it was something she could never quite get the hang of and it vexed her to think that she was missing out on life at a time when she should be busily humping away like the rabbits on her aunt's petting zoo.Still, she had a good reputation right up until the time she surrendered her cherry to Sir Dennis with his terrible moustache and his great thing of a rod always ready for action in hidden corners and silent closets. It was a period of her life that she. Ah, fuck, she feels good! Her desire drove him crazy, but he wasn't going to give her what she wanted just yet. With painful patience, George inch-by-inch pulled his cock back out of his wife's pussy before slowly pushing back inside, giving a hard thrust once buried deep. He settled into this pattern and June grew needier with each push. "George! Fuck me - hard!" June screamed, baring her teeth. "But, what was it you called me? Oh yeah - thirty-second man, right?" He withdrew all the way.