I know we have never done anything like that before but i just don't want things to be weird. (All while she is talking, I'm hoping that my cock would...go down just in case she peeked out of the curtain to talk to me.) I understand mom. I just don't want dad to know what we did. I don't want him to get mad at me. He won't, she responded. Plus there is nothing to get mad about. All we did was used what we could to keep warm. I know, i said quietly. I was ready to get out of the bathroom and go. My hands then run along the crack of her ass, spreading them some. Hali hums quietly, and actually seems to relax even more. With her cheeks spread, I can see the puffy mound that is her pussy, and the deep line in the middle. I fight the urge to play with the wet lips, and instead get up off her legs and slide them apart. I kneel between them like before, and start massaging the back of her legs. Hali quietly sings "Hoist the Colors" from the third Pirates of the Caribbean movie as I. Samantha asked me what my girlfriend’s most ultimate fantasy was. I was very puzzled at her question, but I knew where she was heading with this question. I answered that my girlfriend’s fantasy was to have 2 guys fuck her in all the holes in the bed, so that she was being a true slut. My wife smiled and asked me if I knew what our fantasy was, and I had remembered that our fantasy was to have 2 or even more guys own my wife Samantha in the bed and fuck her brains out. We sued to dream about it. He felt as if time slowed down while watching smooth tawny skin emerge as she unzipped the parka. Her shoulders were slender, her arms so elegant, her bosom beautifully formed with perky cute nipples. She turned and dropped the parka allowing her round and soft bottom to glisten in the firelight. When she turned to face him, her green eyes reflecting pain and gratitude, she lifted her slender left leg showing a gash dripping blood on her thigh.He went to work washing the wound and ever so.