I work my tongue down to her nipples cupping each breast in my hands as my tongue works its magic getting each nipple hard, she takes hold of my right...hand and moves it down to her pussy and whispers "i want you bad" knowing that if i feel how wet she is i will just fuck her right there, but little dose she know i wont be doing that right away, my hand reaches her now soaking wet pussy and i run one finger up and down brushing over her clit she moans and thrusts upward so that my finger has no. I opened the door and saw a young normal looking Turkish guy. He was very polite and after saluting each other he asked me what we wanted. I told him that my wife needed an erotic massage. He asked my wife to lie on the French bed as he walked in the bathroom to wash his hands. My wife took off her dress and lied on her front with her thick adn normal size bra and black string on. He came out of the bath and asked my permission to take off his cloths except for his boxers to perform comfortably. She built a little pile of them in the fire pit and realized that she didn’t have any matches. Feeling helpless, she stood there wondering what to do. She was still there when Sid returned half an hour later. He looked around and asked, “Where’s the firewood?”“They’re in the fire place,” Cynthia answered gesturing to the fire pit. It had been a lot of work to pick up that much.Sid laughed and said, “That’s kindling. Come on. We’ve got to gather enough wood to last the night.”Cynthia learned. “Slip a finger or two inside me, baby, finger my pussy as you suck on my clit.”Molly did as she was told, slowly fingering Jane’s pussy as best as possible. She sucked on her pearly nub, making Jane’s back arch in pleasure. She started to moan loudly, bucking against Molly’s fingers.Jane started to groan loudly, her body shaking slowly as her young lover pleasured her. She pushed Molly’s head away, as her throbbing pussy erupted over the teenager’s face. Molly looked up at Jane, pleased with.