He pushed two fingers into me and then three, slapping my thighs with one hand and fingering me with the other, roughly stretching me and pushing all ...our of his fingers into me. Pulling his hand out of me he leaned over and shoved it into my face, wiping his wet sticky fingers over my cheeks and mouth. "Dirty little whore, you love this shit, look how wet you are." He rammed his hard cock into my dripping pussy and pushed his fingers into my mouth. I gagged at the strange mixture of tastes. Abbi was licking this and the underside of the Italian’s neck, who was moaning and running her fingers through Abbi’s golden hair and clutching desperately at her shoulders. She was obviously very aroused. Abbi went down on her knees and pulled her lover’s bikini bottom down to get at her neatly trimmed pussy. She dived in, ferociously licking and sucking her, prising apart her lips with her fingers. The Italian was in raptures now, moaning loudly, biting her lip and clenching and unclenching. I couldn't take my eyes off of her.She asked if I could be her personal trainer and show her what exercises to do. I easily volunteered my services. Her name was Sheila; she said she was single, twenty-six, and said she worked in a factory.I remember some of my friends that worked in factories always said there were a couple of women that seemed to stand out where they worked. I had to figure that Sheila was the one who stood out in her place of work. She had one fine nice tight ass body.I've. They specialized in caring for orphans and, for nearly 10 years, Mary had been happy taking care of the orphaned or abandoned children of others. Her Order had worked in one of the deeply Italian areas of Pennsylvania, which suited Mary's upbringing fine. Her parents had been second generation Sicilians and had adhered tightly to the old traditions. Their only regret had been that Mary was their only child.Recently, however, Mary Grace had begun to feel a sense of something missing, as if she.