His cold fingers then entered me, he fucked me for the next couple of minutes with his fingers and It felt so good. Rubbing my clit and grabbing my pu...sy. He took out his fingers before I could cum. He layed back in his seat and smiled looking straight ahead. My turn. I slid my hand onto his thigh and I felt him jump a little. I moved my hand to his crotch , feeling the already hard member. It was bulging from his jeans. I unzipped his zipper and took out his bulging cock. Quietly spitting on. ’ He grinned at her wickedly, looking up from her chest. He pistoned his hips against her again and this time she was ready, grinding her wetness against his trouser front. He groaned. He moved a hand from her breast, sliding it down her side and caressing her butt. He brought it round, teasing, teasing. She writhed in agony, pleasure, torture, heaven. He moved one long, blunt finger into her, slowly oh so slowly entering her with it. He watched her face closely as he did so. She prayed. She. “You heard me right,” Kay said, “and don’t think of me asking that question as someone who used to have you sleep over at her house when you were sixteen. If I’m supposed to help keep you on track, it’s a perfectly valid question. I’m sure if one of the guys in the office asked you that question you’d have no problem answering it.”“No, I haven’t, but...” he started to reply.“But you’d like to,” Kay completed his sentence.Craig didn’t have to say anything to confirm that statement. He was a guy,. My wife bent over the back of a well padded arm chair, her legs astride exposing her wet gaping cunt. Pat stood behind her with me to one side to guide his cock into her waiting hole, Carol held he piss flaps apart and the tunnel open. Pat eased his tool into her to the point where it would go no further and then pushed forward with his his hips. Irene grunted a deep guttural grunt. The stud fucked the mare long and hard, each stroke the cock coming out as far as the bell and then slamming back.