There it was again that deep longing between my legs and he knew it. He felt my body relax slightly and could taste my excitement. As he kissed me dee...er and pulled me in to him tighter he let his hand wander up my skirt, along the soft skin of my thigh, inching slowly closer to my now throbbing clit. He found my lacy knickers and let his hand slip inside. He was right. I was definitely ready for this. My knickers were wet in anticipation. I was more ready than I knew. He let his fingers. She was naked and had both hands between her legs. She had dug the index finger of each hand into her cunt and was working the fingers in and out, pulling her cunt open and then letting it close again. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open, and her nipples, always lovely, looked to be even longer and harder and more clearly defined than usual.I stripped and knelt beside her on the bed. The waterbed rippled and she looked up at me - right at my stiff dick."Your cock is so hard and. While the railing was installed for spectators, it didn't fully encompass the dome, meaning anyone could simply walk up and touch it.While some might think that touching something known as the 'Ghost Machine' might be ill-advised, it seems you're there for precisely this reason. A special invitation from Emilia herself had been given to you, although you don't know the reason you were chosen for such an honor. Or, such a danger. Despite many questions, all Emilia would say is that answers would. She seemed to have more orgasms each and every time, and their lives and marriage had become exciting, vibrant, full of promise.And then they had begun to widen their circle of interests.They experimented with black leather and domination and found neither to their own particular tastes. They tried menage a trois with a young blonde girl who moved in to live with them, but this satisfied Mark more than it did her, and she found it impossible to develop any permanent lesbian feelings toward the.