I ask myself again, why does he make me so wet when I know what is to come? He rotates me and makes me kneel on the sofa. Everything is exposed. He dr...pes my hands over the back of the sofa and I hear his belt buckle and top button being popped. I am hot. My lips feel on fire. I really have been longing for this. I know he won’t need coaxing out of his trousers. I then feel his cock. He is dripping as there is no friction, as he glides it up the back of my legs. I hear the crack of his belt. He pressed his finger deeper and her pussy easily succumbed, with a swift rip Paul removed his wife underwear and started to push further in. He started a rhythm and he added his tongue to her clit – this only made Helen more vocal and she moaned every time he inserted his fingers inside of her.He was sucking, licking and finger fucking his wife and didn’t notice the noise his normally quiet wife was making and even if he did he certainly didn’t seemed to care – he just kept up the relentless. "You naughty girl," Susan smirked. Lucy leaned back on the desk giving Susan easier access to her eagerly awaiting pussy. Susan looked at Lucy's shaved wet glistening pussy and decided it was the prettiest she had seen. Susan dove into the folds sucking and lapping at Lucy's juices. Lucy began to moan, dizzy from the excitement and pending first orgasm she pinched her rosebud nipples. "Susan," Lucy screamed, "I'm gonna cum!" As she said this, Susan lapped at her bulging clit in soft long licks.. He lit a cigarette and then walked towards the field. About 600 yards into the field was a set of old air raid shelters, which the guy at the cottage had told me was were the action took place. The guy was average build and roughly late 30's and made his way towards the shelter. I locked my bike to the fence and followed the guy across the field to the shelter myself.The shelter itself had two small doorways at each end which led into a darkened corridor like walk-around. It was a large.