To my total delight, his fingers treated my now pantied crotch as I anticipated he would any female he touched.His fingers were soft, tender, caressin..., stroking, pressing softly, almost in unison with his hungry mouth suckling my now womanly breasts. I found myself wanting more and more with each touch, each kiss. My hips began to push my pantied crotch against his hand, pressing, moving, in tune to some internal counter that I never thought about. I could imagine the view, a man, laying next. And as she drew tense in the waves of pleasure which flushed through her, I sought only to amplify them more. I drew the nub of her clit into a kiss and while I trapped it between my lips, I flicked and licked at it in a rhythm to match her pounding heart, and then faster, and then faster still. My tongue worked her clit like a little mad tool. And while it did not buzz, there was sound: Wet tongue upon wetter flesh. Her mewls. The raspy catches in her breath. My growls in the pleasure of doing. While they worked, she spent time getting “worked out” and filled, to later tell Pete as he feasted on her “holdings”. Three hours after eating, Pete was nodding in his recliner as Helen sat on their couch across from the smaller sofa Ron sat on. The TV droned as Ron peered on Helen's knees. She sat in an old, over sized plaid shirt and a wrap-a-round denim skirt. Her bra less breast sagged, gaping buttons on her shirt. The front flap of her skirt opened revealing much of her under thigh, on. Pain quickly transformed into pleasure as Levon started grinding against the cock. They kissed hard and passionately as Levon rode Jaime in the cramped space of the car, having to adjust himself occasionally to accommodate with the limited space. As he bounced, he stroked his own cock feverishly. Jaime held on tight to Levons hips as they grinded against him. Jaime had never been a top himself, but he was highly enjoying the feeling of a nice, tight asshole squeezing his huge penis. After a.