Evening was approaching already but I needed to clear my mind before I could go back. I kept climbing, it was quite a hike to the top and fatigue was ...etting in. That was, until I reached the peak. The small clearing gave way to the most magnificent view of the evening sky. I stood, bewitched as the stars began to dance and the colour faded from deep blue to ink black.I felt some inner peace, lost in the view without much thought, living the moment fully. A particularly bright and vibrant star. She was magnificent and she had lovely brown strong legs, slim and sexy she wore cotton white panties and I could see and smell her juices strongly. I asked her to lift her hands up and I licked her sweaty armpits and she nearly swooned she had tears in her eyes from the pleasure and I continued on my downward mission. I kissed her feet ankles she had a bit of hair on her legs, but that did not make her less sex.I kissed her calfs, shins, knees, behind her knees, thighs, hamstrings until I. "Right here will do," he said, and pinned me up against the wall.His hand returned to my cunt, and using his powerful fingers, forced the silky fabric of my panties into my hole. The thought of what he was doing to me filled me with an excitement I had never known before.I must have moaned, for he laughed and murmured, "Yes, very, very wet." Take them off!" he said in a husky voice that made me shiver."You want me to take my dress off?" I blurted, stunned at the request."Just the undies, Emily,. My wife was pinned up against the bedroom wall, and some Hispanic stud was fucking her from behind. Her breasts were mashed against the wall, her eyes shut tight, and her mouth open as she moaned and urged this bull to keep on fucking her. The stud that was slamming his prick into my wife was young, not more than thirty, with a deep outdoor tan that complemented his naturally olive skin. His well-muscled body was shining with sweat, and his coarse, heavy hands gripped my wife’s hips as he kept.