Again I slipped my finger inside of her."I love twiddling your twat," I moaned into her ear. She giggled, almost like a young teenager."Then twiddle i...!" she demanded. "Harder!"I slid a second finger into her, opening her juicy female gash even wider, feeling her heat, her succulent lips surrounding my fingers, nibbling at them as they invaded her womanhood. Maggie sucked in her breath, holding it there momentarily. Impaling her, I walked my fingers inside her, felt her shiver, groan, shiver. .. A intensity I remember in him that was strange to me, disturbing. He clung on as though I was more precious than air.Thinking back upon it ... I guess it was fear. Arin was afraid. Something I hadn't known in him until that day.From my uneducated perspective then, it was ... wonderful. Suddenly He needed me! And I was only too happy to give.I remember that there wasn't a lot of ceremony upon our arrival. The dragen was greeted with a curt efficiency more than an actual welcome. Not that I. ”Mia lifted her legs more and my wife’s hands wrapped tightly around her ankles. This curled up Mia’s torso more and there she was… a dripping pussy and a tight little asshole. ALL for my taking and pleasure... as my wife simply watched.“I’m abut to do things to Mia” I said, using a strong, committed tone, “that I’ve only dreamed of doing to you.”With those words, I leaned down and gave Mia’s splayed pussy and long, slow lick that had her moaning out in extasy. I repeated this until she was. Her breasts large; "a bit too large for this bikini top," Maggie thought ruefully to herself. Her E cup breasts were spilling out of the sides of her 34DD bikini top. She stretched her legs out to admire their shape. “Yes, not bad for a woman in her forties. I guess I'll do,” she thought to herself.Maggie gathered up her long, honey-coloured hair into a messy bun to keep it out of the way as she started to apply her suntan oil. As she did so, she peered over her sunglasses and stole a look at.