It felt wonderful. My arms went behind her, as I spread her legs slightly, and then let my two fingers slide into her pussy.“Oh, I love your fingers...inside me, right up my CUNT..,” she said in a deep voice, as she tongued me some more. She was again, getting, excited. I knew by the way she was, kissing me. I actually felt her clit rubbing my dick, it was wet, with juice."You like to don't you, you like rubbing your clit on my leg, don't you?" I do. It can, make me, a very hot, lady, and I know,. Shortly after that things got fuzzy. I couldn't understand why Carol was trying to stand beside herself. Since she wasn't supposed to be drinking, I thought that it was mighty silly of her. I tried pushing the two of her back into one image but it didn't work. Oh well.Just as things seemed to finally be getting going, Carol declared that the party was over and it was time to get me to bed. Party pooper. If I could have stood up by myself I would have told her to go away. But I couldn't, so I. My first mistake was acknowledging the theatrical gesture, glancing at the magnetic, if fleeting, gap that formed, imagination sparked. A vacuous harlot she may be, but there was no denying her incredible allure."Hotel," she called over my shoulder.Gareth dutifully indicated, pulled away from the kerb and raised the privacy screen as she raked blood-polished nails through her tresses, scowling at the diminishing reporters. "Fucking parasites."She caught my smirk before I had time to hide. We were told that the 2 guys that did security let it happen as they also joined in and when Donna heard that they were 2 fit black guys she was well up for it.We had planned to go one Saturday night but in the end we went to a friends party. It was a lot of fun and Donna was on good form. I was driving so she spent the evening flirting and getting pissed. She'd kissed a few guys and let one guy cop a feel but nothing more. I knew that I was up for a good fuck later as she was quite obviously.