She was a total babe; she was blonde with a hint of a tan. She was barely thirty and even better, no ring on her finger. “Tom, how are you today.”...She said, “I’m fine thank you, how about you Heather.” “I’m fine thank you for asking.” He was having a hard time looking at her face. She had on a knee high skirt that was loose and easily blown away by wind if there was any, no stocking to cover up those gorgeous legs. But the biggest problems were those breasts swaying in front of him. She had a. The feeling is immediate as your feel your pussy flood. I desperately seek out that hidden spot, the nirvana of a woman's sexual body. Now using just my middle finger, pushing it as deep as I can, curling it as if beckoning until I touch it, caress it and I cry out in utter pleasure. I wait until the feelings of my first orgasm subside and then continue. I imagine that you have to bite your lip, desperate not to scream out. You plant your feet on the bed and raise your bum, pushing against your. The warmth of her body, the softness of her flesh, the soothing nature of her motions, and the tight, delicate heat of her insides were the only things present in the world. She massaged me from within; drawing me deeper into her lust with the lewd muscles of her erogeneity as her seduction drew me further from my mind with the gentle guidance of her enslavement.ANGELAMy mind was flooded with fractured memories, odd sensations, blurs of images and words, and a swirling tempest of different. When she turned around I tickled her again. She squealed and jumped away from me towards John who tickled her as well. Rosa jumped back.“Stop it you all” she cried “who do you think I am”? In our drunken state we paid no attention and everyone started tickling her harder and soon she was on the floor struggling against us. “STOP IT, I won’t tell you again”! she shouted but as she struggled to wiggle away from us, her sweat pants were pushed half way down over her hips and her T-shirt had.