I slipped a second finger into her well which brought a moan from her. Her thighs resumed trembling.“Oh, yes, right there. Yes! Lick it. LICK IT,”...Connie urged Trish. She’d begun working her hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy against Trish’s mouth. Trish’s nectar had flowed down, coating her asshole, and threatening to wet the sheets. Her hips were pumping to match Connie’s, working herself against my tongue and fingers. I could hear groans in her throat, muffled by my wife’s pussy on her. My knees grew weaker by the second as I fought for repulsion over attraction, trying to overrule what I found myself wanting to do.Dad won; I moaned my pleasure.His left hand was now cupping my left breast fully, licentiously teasing and pinching my nipple, which peaked in an instant under his touch. His cock felt so good pressed against my ass that I started to push back at him, sandwiching the lump behind my butt. Dad groaned as he reached the delicate flesh of my earlobe, my earrings. Why do people have to treat others that way?" Humans are no better. In fact, I would think that we are even quicker to find fault with people of other races. Our Native Canadian population's treatment, is proof of that. In America, it's even worse. I must admit, to my shame, that I thought less of her because she walked on all her feet. Her longer and darker hair, and her dark skin, reminded me that she was not Human. Now that she has fought back, she stands on her feet, and this makes her seem. ” She gasped, and stopped almost immediately. This was like her first time, all over again, except much, much better.She spent a few minutes adjusting to his size, and letting his cock widen her out a bit. When she felt relaxed enough, she lowered herself another couple of inches until she had to stop again. She kept working her way down, rotating on him, letting him stretch her out.God he’s so ….. thick. She thought to herself.She was almost to the base when Chris started babbling that he.