My fingers moved over her swollenlabia, rubbing and stroking her gently. She was already soaked as myfingers moved between the open gash of her slit, ...y middle finger plungedinside, feeling her warm, sticky wetness. I was highly aroused myself,feeling the throbbing between my legs, knowing for the moment, thisbeautiful woman was mine.My fingers moved upwards to the top of her vulva and using small circles,I was able to feel her clit already peaking out of it's hooded sheath."Oh God yesssss",. Once again he had stepped up and done what had to be done and paid the price. At last we were home and David came out and they did their joy-thing again and we staggered off to the nest and slept the sleep of the just and the just about just. Peter It was fantastic to get back home and to be with Magda again. The bureaucracy had been mindlessly murderous, much worse that getting beat up – which I didn’t even remember. Without that helpful lady from the Red Cross we would have been lost, chewed. My hips pumped involuntarily as I gasped for breath. I finished off my first healthy cum, and was well on my way to another. I was in orgasm ecstasy. I suppose I should have realized that I was being selfish, but I was caught up in the excitement of the moment. I felt like a queen with a troop of servants at my beck and call for my pleasure. Down on my knees, surrounded by this pack of friendly dogs, I would have been content to have them tongue me up the pussy and bum, lust juice and doggie. I was looking at him with my back to the door when I saw him give himself a tiny grin, then quickly change expression and he took a big swig of his drink. I swiveled on my chair and looked at the door. A woman stood in the doorway.She looked to be about 32-33, and about 5'2"; 120 pounds give or take a few, blond mid shoulder length hair. (You can imagine how I found out it was dyed). She later told me her tits were 34 b's, whatever that means.She was very pretty, with a wide mouth that looked.