. moaning... screaming...cursing....I WANT FUCKING MOOOOOREEEE....Finally I feel my G-spot being hit... and I shake before I collaps on my side...My f...cking pussy exploding over and over...errupting... squizzing all my cum out past the penetration...Someone reaches and plays with my nipples... I ache for more... Suddenly I feel my anus getting spread, and I can feel someone fingering it...I cant fight back anymore...my body doesnt listen to me at all, instead I rock towards the fingering. (Pardon the pun)On Friday morning we flew down by Ryanair to Northern Germany and were met at the airport by him, and after the formalities went for a coffee to ease any tensions that might have been present, but within an hour we were behaving like a couple of newlyweds, with hubby playing chaperone, and clearly enjoying the building passion between us, noting my new friends passion for stroking my bottom, through my pantiless thin cotton dress.H seemed to like sticking his finger in my slight. I ask her if I could feel them. She said with a quiet tremble in her voice: Sure, go ahead. She had on this ugly robe, so I reached in and felt her nice big tits. She just stood there with a gasping reaction. I started kissing and sucking in them. When I got to her nipples, things changed. She sucked a big breath and said: That feels quiet pleasant. How does it feel to you? I wanted to say&hellip,..(it makes me want to fuck you!, lady)&hellip,but with her,&hellip, a little at a time. I said I. “What do you say?”“Yes,” she replied firmly. “Please.”“I hand you the bottle and you take a swig.”Nod.“You hand it back, and I drink as much as you did.”Nod.This was going better than I had expected.“An hour later, we’ve finished half the bottle each, and we’re both pretty wasted.”Nod. Great. I’d never used alcohol in a hypothetical before, but I was fairly sure as the drink hypothetically pumped through her veins, it would serve to lower her defenses.“I start talking about Marcie.”Nod. Another.