Her pussy is soaked. I trace my finger around her lips and clit, spreading the wetness around. I take a chance and start to work the bottoms down her ...ips. She lifts her hips and allows me to bare her pussy to the world. I work a finger into her, dipping deep into her with little resistance. Her pussy is tight, but the wetness allows easy access. I pump my finger into her, pulling it out and rub her clit, before, pushing it back into her. I then work a second finger into her and proceed to. The two women were in tears and Sharon was trying to explain our whole nearly four-month’s trek back to civilization in words diluted by a lot of water-works. It wasn’t going that well. I touched Sharon’s arm and she quickly turned to me.“Honey, Teresa’s always been a really good friend to me,” she said warmly, then turned to Teresa. “Terry ... I’d like you to meet my husband. Terry—Matt ... Matt—Terry!I held out my hand. “Nice to meet you Ms. Cunningham,” I told her, remembering Sharon had. "Let's hear some more."* * * * The outbound voyage from lost Sylvan was one of subdued mourning and tearful reunions. Morgana wondered if she too wore the bruised, grieving expression she saw on every other face among the refugees and crew of Frostfire. Cradling her surviving child, Maeve, she thought so from the looks others gave as she passed. But there was something else in those glances she received. Need. A crying need for reassurance that would be forthcoming from no one if. As I began to thrust slowly in and out of her dripping wet pussy Jen grabbed a bottle of lube and squirted a little on Tracy's asshole. I moaned at the pleasure of Tracy's pussy and in anticipation of her tight asshole. In an effort to make a baby we didn't waste any of my cum on her ass last time, as much as she and I wanted to feel my cum in her ass. After rubbing a little more lube on her rosebud Jen stood behind me. As I pulled back, Jen pulled my hips back a little more and my cock.