Emelie came back into the room holding a rod with a bunch of beads on it. She went behind Hannah, spreaded Hannah’s butt and started putting them on... by one in her ass. As every bead went into her ass, Emelie increased the vibration on the Dildo. Hannah could not handle it. She bit her lip and tried to listen to Mr. Smith and not moan to loudly. - So please call if anything goes wrong. Have the girls went to bed yet?, asked Mr. Smith. - YES YES YES, yelled Hannah as she was cuming harder than. I wore my new inners and my new clothes.At about 4pm i reached his house which was about a km away from our house. I went in excited and bought some chocolates too. I was planning many things in my mind and was getting wet down in my pussy. I was ready for everything. I reached his place and he greeted me well. Brought some coffee for us and asked me about my plans. I told him my problem. I explained him that my body is not able to bear the starvation and he was ready. He said that he also. The dong had been quite cold, so I returned to Pat eagerly, but raised myself up to a doggy position as I did so, for now I knew what was intended. Sure enough, I felt the cool wet sensation of lubricant gel being squeezed from the ever-present tube into the gap between my arse cheeks, and then a warm, slender finger spreading it around, and even penetrating me. It shouldnt have surprised me with a husband like Pat sticking fingers into guys bums was probably a weekly occurrence for her. I. He ducked his head and kissed her gently, love and reassurance flowing from him into her. He pulled back and smiled, Beth automatically smiling back at him with love and thanks. His expression again became stony as his hand left her face and traveled down her body, passing through the valley between her breasts and sliding over the mound of her sex, parting her hot lips, beginning to stroke and pinch her throbbing clit. Beth arched her back and moaned, the climax she had been resisting all.