I slipped my finger, still glistening with my spit and desire, into myself once more. I felt how my finger slid against my aching pussy. I enjoyed a l...ght tingle from deep within. My loud and slow exhale filled the otherwise silent bedroom.I had been masturbating like this for the past twenty minutes or more and was getting close to a big finish. However, I kepted pausing to read and then to type on my phone as Mr Wishart, well, Jake gave instructions.These little interruptions served to delay. “Hell no! I owe Angie so fucking much it’s not funny and I’m never going to forget it! I’m her other husband, too, after all! Even if I only get her mouth,” Allan teased her now.“Oh, honey bear, I never meant it that way! You know that I’m very much in love with you, too, and you’ll get plenty of time in my ass, plus all of the swaps with Ray for my twat! I was just thinking in terms of the desire to get fucked anonymously in the butt, from behind. The deal with the BJs ... oh, you beast! You. Pretty considerate all in all. There where a few things I was thinking about however. It was still early in the evening and the neighbors c***dren were playing in the neighborhood. I could hear them running around and could only hope they wouldn't come through our backyard and wonder why the garage door was open. Between the fear of being discovered, the pain from my aching breasts, and the strain of hanging from my limbs and middle, I was having a hard time at the beginning. But, as the night. I can feel the lace seep with my juices as you finally gives it the attention it craves. First light kisses over the thin black lace then you slip your fingers in the side of my hips which I eagerly lift for you as you slide the scrap of material of my hips and I am laying bare and wanting in front of you. You then lick the mound of my shaven pussy until I open my legs wide and beg you to satisfy the hunger that you have created. Then you slip your tongue in between my moist folds and you taste.