She leant forward so that we were in a sixty-nine position. I looked tip to see Barbs face; she was standing over Julie and as she moved herself close... to my face she spread her fanny lips, which were so wet they glistened like honey in the candlelight. Julie moved to one side, allowing Barb to sit down on top of my face. She moved back and forth like a woman possessed, her clit rubbing against my tongue as she moved. It was while Barb was humping my face that I felt Julie move away from me. I. Finally we get to her apartment. She gets out and slams the door, I watch her—admittedly almost hoping for another slip of the skirt—telling myself that it’s because I want to make sure she gets inside. Ironically enough this is a reasonable worry. She stood at the door for some minutes before beginning to bend and look around the door and in the bushes along the path. I turned off the engine, locked the doors and walked up to her. “Do you have your keys?” “YES!” she said vehemently. “Where are. The man in the back with you exclaims appreciatively at your outfit and the car has barely pulled away before he's closed his fingers over your nipples to pull them. This man you've never seen in your life has you pinned against the door, alternating between pulling your nipples with his fingers and sucking them with his mouth. When the car stops at a light he lets you up so he can unzip his pants and you see the guy in the passenger seat smoking his blunt and watching before the first one. She watched as my wife’s perfectly half moon shaped upper mound began to be exposed the dark black hair ridden part just now coming into view. While I pulled down her panties, she was shaking with the lust of what was happening. Her cunt was wet and dripping dew. She was pleading to be allowed to lie down. Her knees were wobbly. All these things signaled to us she was wet and ready for the sexual venture ahead. We both gasped at the beautiful pouted lips that were before us. She now.