My pussy rippled and spasmed around my fingers.It was incredible.I passed out in a haze of naughty thoughts. I slept peacefully and woke up bright-eye... the next morning to get ready. I could hear my husband grumbling downstairs, clearly hungover. That was his problem. He didn't have to drink all those beers I'd given him. I felt amazing. I took my shower and got ready. I made sure my legs were freshly shaved, and I trimmed my bush, making sure my pubic hairs weren't too long. I thought about. Blond hair topped herhead and it was a pure golden blond, soft and shimmering, spilling downher back and covering her ass. The front was cut in long bangs thatcovered most of her forehead. I followed her as she opened a door anddescended down a flight of stairs into the cellar. Like most cellarsthis one was cold, dark and damp, but it also was chilling. On the farwall were four heavy wooden doors. Each had a little barred window init. Just in front of the doors sat several devices. Some of them. His fingers traced up her arms and hooked the small straps of the gown and slowly pulled them down her shoulders. He broke his kiss and stepped back a bit as the straps fell down her arms. The front of the gown slipped past her big breast. His eyes nearly popped out of his head. Her 34D breast stood proud on her chest. Her aureola were a light brown and her nipples were big and stood out from her milky breast. The gown slowly slid past her breast, down her flat stomach and to the floor. He. I suddenly forget that her friend is below and begin to kiss her luscious lips and I feel my cock grow once more. She moans in my hear so quietly as I continue to rub her crotch as she begins to thrust herself harder onto my fingers. "Mmmmmmm, harder baby, harder!" She begins to moan louder as I can feel her orgasm building but I pull my fingers away to make her wait longer for me! I pull her up from her back and begin to kiss her neck then slowly down to her breasts. I unclasp her bra and let.