She began pounding me even harder and then moved her mouth to my pussy so I could cum all over her face. I was gasping for breath as she smiled and li...ked her fingers. Then she threw the butt plug at me and announced that it was her turn! I smiled and told her to get back onto her knees. She giggled and did as I bid her. I admired her beautiful ass again for a second time and then I started playing with her tight little pussy again. It was still super wet and so I moved up to her asshole. I. Her head rolls back when his lips replace his fingers, and she cries out as his tongue laps at her damp lips. She is desperate for an orgasm, and when he sucks on her clit, she arches off the couch against his mouth. She bites back a scream as he continues his torture of bringing her to the climax, and stopping so she can’t actually cum. “Danny!” she cries out after the fifth near-orgasm. He laughs and slowly slides a finger inside her pussy. Just one. “Beg for it,” he demands, and Meg groans.. Her gasps were becoming more rhythmic. Of course I already knew enough about Sandra's lovemaking, yet every time she takes her breasts into her own hands it sends a tingling through me. At that point I felt I was making a heavy splash of precum on the bedsheet.Sandra's juices had already overflowed from her vagina. There had been streams, partly on her inner thigh but mainly straight down. Even in the subdued lighting conditions I could see an oval wet patch of generous dimensions. I started to. When finished, we kissed again, this time I tasted myself, it was bitter but savory. We turned over again and we made love and it was the most satisfying good old missionary sex we’d ever had. I rolled off of her and smiled.Breathing very hard, Claire asked, “OK, what happened between you and Sarah today, it must have been on the Log ride. Go ahead and tell me – I won’t be mad, I promise. Please tell me?”I explained all I did, and surprisingly, Claire wasn’t very upset. We made love again, this.