I fingered her pussy pushing three fingers than four up tight into her pussy. Annette, was moving pumping my hand wanting me to put more into her. I t...ied but I couldnt get it all up there. I started to fist her pussy. Pushing in and out of her wet hole faster and faster. She held on to the bed moaning and pushing her hips down deeper on my hand. Screaming and moaning Annette said, Yes, George thats it fuck me with your hand.. Make me cum. Ohhh yes that feels so good. I continued to fuck her. We held hands in silence for a while, no words needed to be said. She knew what I would say, and I knew what she’d say back. So just us and smiles. But the morning moved on and she had to start the arduous task of prettifying and primping. I have to say, even as a GBF, the art of the war paint has always been lost on me. I’ve always thought that women look their best as natural as possible and not caked in an inch of slap. But what do I know? I prefer a hairy cheek to a powdered brow. Despite. His thigh was pressed tightly against her sex and she knew he could feel her heat. She felt a moment of panic and then surrendered to the feelings of his leg rubbing against her sex and his lips on hers. Jerry suddenly broke the kiss and sat up, pulling his tee shirt off over his head. Mary’s eyes roamed over his slender body, hairless, with well defined muscles. Not the bulging kind but the long lean look of a swimmer. When he stood up and slipped his shorts off, Mary heard herself gasp. She. I arranged the table for massaging; luckily she had a table which is exactly suits for massaging peoples. I arranged massaging things like oil, vibrator and other stuffs on the table. She completed her bath and came to the table in towel wrapped around her; I was stunned looking at her. She came and lied on the table and told, still in shock – Close your watering mouth and start massaging. Then only I realized how stupidly I was shocked looking at a woman like that.Then I inquired about the.