With one hand I pulled my dress all the way to my hips as the other slid up the inside of my thigh and I pressed my fingers against myself through my ...anties.Mmmmm...After only a second of rubbing through my panties I slid my fingers inside the elastic at the side and pressed them into me.Still wet from the encounter with my husband not long ago on the kitchen counter, and all of his cum he pumped into me, my fingers effortlessly slid between the lips of my pussy.Ahhhh…. Quietly escaped my lips. I wanted to make love to her. I wanted to kiss those beautiful, small and perky breasts. I wanted to close my lips around her nipples. I wanted to slide my hands over that hot body. I wanted to taste her womanhood. I wanted to crawl inside her and bury myself forever. I wanted it all but had no idea where to start. Funny, isn’t it? Gina didn’t seem to have that problem. She wiggled her hand in between us and found my hard cock. She moaned softly as she closed her fingers around it and opened. "My beautiful slut, I have waited for this moment for some time. But I wanted the time to be perfect for you. I wanted everything perfect for you," he said, softly stroking her skin. He traced a finger around her areolas and down between her tits, working his way down her belly to just above her clit and then back up again. He barely touched her, the feather-like touch driving her mad as it set her skin on fire. "Master please, please take me, please, I need you so bad," she said, almost in. The Isle of Wight is a pretty conservative place, so our story is that Lorraine's my girlfriend and Kelly's her sister. Apart from the figure they do look similar, so it's plausible.We got a table out on the terrace, Lorraine ordered a pitcher of Pimms whilst we checked the menu. It was mainly Tex-Mex food, so I ordered a bowl of chilli and nachos, Kelly ordered chicken enchilada and Lorraine a pulled pork roll. The Pimms was lovely on this hot evening and it relaxed us all. I'm glad I was.