Her legs part and she swings one up onto the couch. Her hand continues rubbing her vulva. Her fingers thrust into her moist vagina. ‘Oh, no. Don�...t do this. Don’t stop now. Take me. Take me now! Please. Oh, please.’ Her fingers keep working and her head whips from side to side as she gasps for release. I lean forward and grasp her panties. Roughly, I tear them from her. She gasps, but her hand never leaves her slit. Her fingers are buried in her flowing crotch. Her moans are continuous now. . . "You'd better get used to calling me 'Becky' rather than 'Goat'." As you say ... dear."Her look was speculative rather than quelling and a slight smile touched her lips. "Very good, Sweetheart." Break it up, you two. We need to get you on the way or we'll lose him."Oh two hundred on board Serendipity; Pippa and CC relieved Cherry and Nadiya. The night was still thick and black. They kept heading east and a little south. By dawn, they were only about forty miles off Orkney, but the fog was. While I gobbled on his monster cock, he fingered my pussy and ass, smacking my ass a few times. This lasted for about fifteen minutes till he flipped me over and gave me the only tender treatment of the day. He kissed me and worked his way down my body, giving each nipple a suck and a squeeze before going down on me. He was not too shabby at that, either, as he found I was already wet.Just before the pounding began, he reached for some lube. “Trust me, this is needed,” he said and worked it. But every now and again, whiledoing my makeup a few errant hairs on my brow just drove ruined theeffect for me somehow, and I felt compelled to pluck them. It wasnever that many at once, but it was starting to take a toll over time. I was dropping a little weight too, between all the running I was doingas an escape, and cutting back on how much I ate (though whether thatwas nervousness, a desire to lose weight, or a desire to fit intocertain girlie clothes better was not something I wanted.