She tried to clamp her legs together but only succeeded in locking my hand in place.“Please stop, you mustn’t. We can’t do this, it’s gone too...far” she exclaimed I wriggled my finger over her wet pussy again to emphasise my point. “You were clearly enjoying what I was doing, so why don’t I just finish giving you some additional pleasure”“I was but……, no we can’t its wrong it’s………. She stammered and I managed to push a finger inside.“Are you sure” I asked as my thumb found her clitoris and gave. ’ ‘Oh, well I have a fresh bottle of wine I’ve been meaning to use, would that be better?’ Smiling, with a hint of seduction. ‘Uh…sure that sound nice.’ She turned the corner into the kitchen, a few minutes later returning with two glasses of dark red wine, she gave me one and raised her glass. Looking around and taking a deep breath she said, ‘To new beginnings.’ Our drinks chimed, we each sipped a bit of the sweet red nectar. We set our glasses down and began moving boxes and furniture, we. He wore a duster style long coat, held a ballistic riot shield and wore a helmet. Below the duster and above army surplus boots, kneepads were built into the jumpsuit he wore. He knew the items he thought of as cluttered were vital to the arcane tasks carried out in the spacious room.Amidst the clutter, a second man, humming to himself or perhaps chanting, maybe both it was hard to tell, moved with a conservation of motion totally engrossed in the ongoing procedure. It seemed to require no. Emliy looked down at my stiff hard cock and asked me why I had no hair on it and that she hadn’t seen a shaved cock before. Emily lay down beside me and Wendy moved next to her as I started to stroke her still hard nipples, rolling them in my fingers and squeezing them thought the white lace of her bra. I move down to her wet panties as Emily was getting wetter and wetter and I played with the outline of her cunny and as I slipped in a finger I could feel how tight her sweet pussy was. Wendy.