...' he moaned.Tony's mind began to wander, and he latched onto a fantasy. A woman's fantasy. In this fantasy, Tony was the woman, and she was entwine... with her lover on a soft bearskin rug, sharing a cigarette as they began to make mad and passionate love by the soft light of glowing embers from a nearby fireplace.Tony focused on the mental image even as he again brought the cigarette up to his lips with a delicate, feminine hand. He inhaled deeply. His lungs filled with the sweet taste of. It only took a couple of these before she humped up at my hand when I was on her clit so I increased the pressure and focussed on that. She moaned again and scooted down the couch so she could open her legs wider. I ran my fingers down to her opening and rubbed ever larger circles right in there, spreading her juices around, opening her up. I put my finger right in the center and pushed just a little. She moaned again and scooted down more to get my finger deeper inside her. He had both hands. He doesn’t need to ask or say anything. They both know what he wants and she knows it will happen. It works between them. She does feel a little guilty as it’s her friend’s husband after all but she just can’t stop herself. The need to do this overruns the guilt she is feeling.She leans over and while stroking him with her hand, takes his cock head into her mouth and teases it with her tongue. She teases the hole as she strokes him into her mouth. She takes more and more of him down her throat,. Now it was an actual battle and Bill was thankful for the planning.Bill's thoughts about Cherie and her daughter bothered him as he drove the four-wheeler to the lookout point. "Cherie was certainly good looking enough, with and without clothes. Both of them were," he thought with a blush. That last thought bothered him a lot. He wasn't a pedophile and she was just a kid. "But a damn cute kid," he admitted to himself. The vision of both of their nude bodies flashed through his mind. The memory.