He knew she would come soon, he slid his fingers deep in her and she gave a guttural moan. He thrust his fingers in and out of her, his other hand cir...ling her nub, his tongue driving her mad. She shifted her hips, just as her pussy tightened around his fingers. Her body throbbed, her knees felt weak with the waves of pleasure coursing through her. She reached behind her, trying to grab him to pull him up, and after teasing her a bit more, he let himself be pulled to standing position. With the. She also was punching me with her fists on my shoulders and arms, beating out a rhythm to accompany her words. I think I would have stopped if I hadn't been thinking about the fact that Emily and Brenda would soon be discussing and critiquing what we had been doing. I was a little concerned about her comments about my dick, and the times she had compared me to the mythical Paolo. Somewhere, there was a part of me that wanted to get back at Brenda too. I wanted her to know that she wasn't the. They found a grassy field by a stream with a shady tree to park under. Danny spread a picnic rug under the tree for the girls to lie on while he went for a walk with Peter along the water’s edge.The girls rested under the tree with their knees up and their legs wide apart allowing the breeze to do its work over their bodies and between their legs. It was very, very refreshing.The girls were still in this state when the boys returned from their walk. Both Becky and Janet looked so innocent and. I'm ashamed I would come up with dreams like that." "I had the same kind of dream!" she tried to assure him. "But you, you're not a professional writer." "Well, you *didn't* write it. You're too good of a writer to have even tried. "I couldn't have gotten it on TV, anyway," he smiled, sitting up. "See what a smart husband I married," she smiled at him. "You stick with things that Richie and I can watch." "Like girls in skimpy costumes?" he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes that fought.