Leaving one hand to torment her nipples, the other made the journey back down her stomach to the soft folds of her pussy. A sudden sense of urgency a...d need over came her as she ceaselessly pinched and pulled at her nipples, her other hand parting the flesh to grant her access to the bunch of nerves in her clit. Using two fingers to delve into her dripping pussy for lube, she conducted fast, tight circles with her fingers over her clit. Memorized by the sight before me, I found myself wanting. I feel him opening me and this new feeling is out of this world. I can’t even begin to explain it, other than I don’t want it to stop. As he works in deeper, I hold onto him and his lips come back down to mine. Our kiss is full of love, and a distraction as I get use to this new foreign feeling. Once he’s all the way in, he starts to pull out, I let out a whimper. It doesn’t hurt, it actually feels good. I nod, telling him I want more. He begins to move in, and out of me. He doesn’t use his. Quit mocking me. No. Yes! Ugh, I don't know and why do you assume kinky? What if we go to the library? Oh, the kinky librarian! Blowing a stiffie in the history section. Oh shut up, retorted Walela turning red. Maybe you should join us. No. Why? You know why I'm not poly. You should be. Hmmph. Just because we made out a long time ago in what jr.high? It was great! Gre… hey. Well this is the first time you brought that up miss anti threesome. Not fair Linda fired back. Walela smiles and holds. Scott was wearing an old black t-shirt and his rattiest pair of jeans and sneakers. He started reading the backs of various cleaning product bottles to formulate his plan of attack.A voice with a Slavic accent asked, "Mr. MacIntyre?"The wide human with the accent filled the narrow hallway. The man wasn't fat, and would have been a strongman or a wrestler in another life."My name is Yegor. Miss Shirl says I'm to help you."Scott extended his hand, "Call me Scott. Where are you from, Yegor?" Omsk,.