"Quinn, go get some lube and then start eating me out again. I want that lizard like tongue of yours eating my pussy." "Hey, do you want to go inside ...he house or live on the wild side and stay out here on the patio?" "Let's live dangerously." I started to fulfill her requests. Before I even got started, Abby was soaking wet, almost dripping: she was ready. My mouth went right for her pussy and especially the clit. Abby loved my tongue banging her clit and my tongue darting in and out of her. "Brian, you'd better stop squeezing my nipples like that," my wife panted, "How much more personal do you want to kiss then?" How's this?" he said softly.I heard a soft groan from him and, I assumed that he was kissing her, it was about twenty-five seconds before I the sound of lips parting."Wow, that was more personal!" Amanda gasped."Was that okay?" he asked, "You said that you like kissing."It was nice," she panted again, "But, you'd better only kiss me like that when we're in bed. Better. The build up for this had been days long, if not weeks, and both of us wanted relief, I'm sure. But it wasn't to happen.Marie concluded her countdown and, with evident reluctance, Denise stood and returned to her spot on the couch, suddenly appearing slightly embarrassed by the wantonness she'd just displayed. Lissa underscored this by pointing out the slightly sticky-looking residue of her mother's pussy juices on my shaft, where she'd just been riding me, and then Marie, not to be outdone,. Kaley opened the stall door and saw the most glorious sight. Andy had her dress pulled up around her waist, her panties around one ankle, and had her legs spread nice and wide with a huge dildo in her pussy. "Oh, hi," Andy said. "I was just thinking about you." "Oh really?" Kaley said sarcastically. "You look like you might need some company." And, with that being said, Kaley closed the stall door, turned around, knelt down, and started eating that wonderfully wet pussy. She loved it. She.