Jane brought her hands to the girl’s hips and pulled her downward. Tongue met vagina, moving inside her lips and toying with her clitoris. The girl ...quealed and after a number of minutes came hard on Jane’s cute face. In another moment she heard Dan grunt and buck, obviously having a pleasure of his own.Jane was giggling and when the girl looked down at her she smiled.“You want to stay the night?” Jane was sandwiched between them on top of a number of sleeping bags. The rest of the day had been. Wednesdays were hand-jobs only and Dell often started on me while we sat at the dinner table. Of course, that stopped when the kids got older.Thursday nights were ladies choice nights. Dell knew that meant lots of foreplay and slow romantic love making. I think that even to this day those are the nights I miss the most. I would give anything just to have my Thursday nights back. I swear that both of my children were conceived on Thursday nights.Friday nights were our nights for exploration and. Feeling the shivers and heat that pulsed as I touched myself never coming close to my clit. I was in heaven.While I was laying there probing, rubbing, and touching myself, I was unaware that just a little bit further over from me was a man doing just that himself. I guess he must have heard me because he came over to check me out but I didn't see him there until I had three fingers in my cunt! My eyes were closed and I was in a reverie.Soon though I felt some heat, some warmth upon my legs. I. Then stepping back, she undoes the tie that fastens her panties and peels away the skimpy garment with a single gesture, leaving her body completely bare. A whimper escapes my lips at the sight of her naked beauty, especially the honey-hued thatch between her thighs that I worship. Kneeling next to me, she slides her hand inside my thong, seeking my wetness -- and finding it. Though she says nothing, I can tell she is pleased to feel how excited I am. The tip of her finger slowly slides along.