Eventually, Ann responded to those pleas and showed some mercy. The next time Gwen was racing toward a climax, her fingers weren't pushed away and Ann...s tongue continued its tantalizing work.When all the pent-up passion in her body finally exploded, the orgasm was so hard, so powerful, and so all-pervasive, it seemed to take possession of her, both body and soul. It hammered every fiber of her heaving, writhing being with wave after wave of pure ecstasy, before culminating in a final, giant. He was side on to me as he made his way towards the car and as he got closer I suddenly saw he was naked from the waist down.I was looking ahead now, my breathing had quickened, and as I looked for my husband, I could not see him, he had walked further away, so I was in isolation with the car door open, but still I remained calm and made no effort to make him suspect I had seen him.I stole a quick look and he was more visible, still behind the trees and masturbating himself like crazy. I dont. I dip a fingertip between my lips, and it comes out wet, as if I've dipped it in water. But I am much sweeter, much thicker, much sexier than water. This is wet desire, that the thoughts of you bring forth inside my knickers. And I squelch.I'm tightening my thighs together, feeling the froth of my own juices oozing out between my lips and soaking the cotton even more. If you could see me now, you'd like how I'm writhing against my own fingers, hips beginning to raise, and the pink shadow of my. One package was flat and long, the other was square and light. She wanted to open them there and then but considering all that had happened that night, she didn't dare go against his request to wait until after her shower. The yellowish glow from the globe above the mirror in their bathroom cast a triangle of light across the floor of the bedroom to the point at where she was standing. The two parcels were tossed onto the end of the bed as she quickly headed into the polished marble surrounds.