Yvonne drove her two fingers straight into my slick vagina and started to finger fuck me hard and deep, and pushed me over the edge, I descended into ... deep orgasm, the like of which I had never had before. As I recovered my equilibrium, Yvonne's face descended upon mine and she kissed me deeply, her fingers deserting my vagina. I could taste semen in her kiss from the cumshot she had received from Chris. Yvonne delicately broke of the kiss and whispered into my ear, "It's time for me to be. Very expertly, like someone who was used to do this, one finger of each hand was inserted underneath each cup of her bra. He let them there motionless for a few seconds. Still Mary didn't protest, and it occur to me that she was used to his exploring hands and this was probably not the first time he was fondling her.Now he had two fingers of each hand underneath each cup of her bra, while she continued to kiss his mouth. It was as though she wasn't even aware of his fingers now in contact with. It was just as her flatmate Ruth described. For a while, she'd started to think Ruth knew about her secret fantasies and this was all going to be a cruel joke. She had snuck into the dig site at night using Ruth's keys, and now entered into the circular room with a throne in the centre, raised on a plinth. In a circle around it there were six pillars reaching up to the vaulted ceiling, but it was what was in front of three of the pillars that held Emily's torch beam.They looked like most of. Is that clear?" Yes," I said, "It won't be a problem for me." I had the impression that Mr. Bright did not have a high opinion of enthusiastic, evangelical Christians. He seemed to be one of those liberal Christians so deplored by preachers such as my husband."I'm sorry to be so blunt, but the person you would replace thought it was more important to distribute bibles than food."I told my husband only that I was going to Washington to interview for a job. "It must be a big job," he opined.To.