.. you wonder what’s next. I spread those, by now, wet pink lips apart and do the same; I blow warm air in and around those beautiful full lips. ... You start gyrating uncontrollably. I smack your bottom again telling you to stop that. You can’t help it. I now begin to touch you every where, I stroke the outer lips of that beautiful pussy, your little brown hole and you moan in ecstasy. I put my head down between your cheeks and lick, lick, lick. You can’t stand it much. Rachel had gushed so much into my mouth that it was no wonder she never needed any lube, her pussy was already wet and wild enough to take every inch to the hilt. Distracted by the sight of her masturbating so excitedly in front of me, I ended up fighting with the harness, barely able to hike it around my waist.Rachel turned, her tight bubble butt presented to me on her hands and knees. The toy was soaking and slippery, but still I managed somehow to fit the circular base into the ring. Slowly,. I knew the white wine was chilling nicely and I went back to my book for a couple of hours. Around 4.30pm I started organising the meal before going up to get showered and changed for the night's possible adventure. About 5 to 6, the door bell went, Kirsten stood there with a very wet Duffle coat on and nice high heels, I let her in and took her coat to reveal a blue cocktail dress which clung to her body showing her perfect ass and legs as I moved up her waist to her chest, my mouth opened,. She introduce herself, she was Emily Crane: she was a career woman. A lawyer and she did not see more possibilities in her job. She thought she reached the maximum in her job, because the law office she worked for, did not offer any more advancement. She was straight and had boyfriends in the past. But when she tried for a permanent mate, the latest boyfriend left her. I told her my ex-wife did not want kids and cheated on me. She said she had a cheater boyfriend, too. She told me she had more.