I put on a skirt and a sweater because I know they'll be easier to gain access to. I text you back, "I'm on my way."In my car on the way to where you ...re, I am imagining all of the things I want to do to you when I get there. I can feel the vibrations of the car between my thighs, and it all becomes too much. I slide one hand up my skirt and push my panties to the side. I am dripping wet from my little fantasies. I slowly circle my fingertip around my clit until I can feel the pressure building. Anne looked up at me and said, “Babe, climb under me and lick me while I’m getting fucked, please,” “Don’t think about it, just do it, I want you to do it so fucking bad, please lick my cunt now!” I wanted to please her so I got underneath her and she and Mike spread their legs a little more to allow me easy access. From that angle I had a great view of his thick cock going in and out her wet lips, and Anne’s pussy was actually working up into a lather. I reached out with my tongue and started. If she had been able to see his pot-marked face and his nicotine-stained, crooked teeth with gaps, she might have tried harder, not that it would have done any good. It was actually merciful for her not to be able to see.Mr. Smither could have played with Sandy's breasts for hours, but there were other areas to explore and he knew he didn't have unlimited time. He sat upright and studied Sandy's youthful body. It was pure and soft, wrinkle free, and didn't have an ounce of fat on it. A big grin. “How are you going”?! “Pretty good I think”. They were a slightly loose fit, but they did look good. He stood in the open curtain, with a doubled over terry toweling strap in one hand. The kind you might see used as a belt on a robe. Occasionally he slapped his other hand with it. Then surprisingly he called over another man. A fair skinned strawberry blonde with freakles and strong arms. “What do you think”! He barked. Turning me around to face the wall. Without a sound the new man grabbed a.