I continued to stimulate her clit with her finger while pushing it a bit further down her slit on each stroke. Then I felt the tip of her finger slip ...nto her well. "Put your finger inside you. I want to taste you on it," I told her. She tried to pull her hand up as she shook her head. Gripping her hand with my thumb and little finger, I pushed down onto her middle finger as I moved her hand down. Together, our middle fingers slipped deep into her. I worked them back and forth a few times,. There were tints ofgreen every now and then, in a pattern across her body. The greenpattern wrapped itself around her shapely legs, which were incrediblylong. The uniform seemed to be made of tight Lycra and was a one piececostume. It clung tightly to her amazing body, around her large breastsand her smooth hips.The woman now standing in front of him had the deepest dark eyes thatGlen had ever seen. In fact, Glen would probably say that this womanwas the most beautiful woman he had ever seen,. They are great people and we love them like family. About six or seven years ago they bought a house that was for sale right across the street from us. Now we hang out with them nearly every weekend and see them almost on a daily basis. It seems at least once a week at some point we meet them on either my front porch or theirs and we all sit out and have drinks and talk. Our wives love wine and his wife always has a bottle of good wine that they usually finish off, especially if it's a. Itshould be easier, it really should.I get home and have another look on the Internet. I want to do this morethan ever. It's so unfair that life divides into two halves. If you're in thewrong half you can never have what you want. To make it worse youknow that your deepest and most impossible fantasises are merecommonplaces for half the population. To make it even worse societyforbids fantasies too. My early memories are full of the horrible timesthat people found out. No wonder I don't like.