“Shut up, bitch,” the black guy said conversationally. Five more minutes and she came out, accompanied by a tall white guy with military cut blon... hair. He had her elbow, guiding her on the slick ice. He got her to the driver’s seat and then squeezed into the second row with me and the Asian guy. He said a few words in greeting and he sounded maybe Russian or Polish. She backed the van away from the pub and onto the road and we all got busy looking at her, not saying anything. The van. She heard a noise in the water again but did not bother to open her eyes to look. She continued with the rubbing and the teasing, and she felt her muscles begin to tense so she plummeted a finger deep inside of her soaked pussy, making a come-hither motion with it and rubbing the right spot inside of her. She moaned a little, adding a second finger, which barely fit inside the tight space. More whimpered escaped her mouth as she began pumping and rubbing in and out of her pussy, trying to get. He moved his tongue all around pushing it into my wet pussy as far as it would go.WOW! That sure felt very good. After what seemed like a very long time and after I had two more strong orgasms, he stood up and removed all his clothes revealing a wonderful display of manhood, proudly erect and with clear intentions showing in his smiling face.I said, “What you’re about to do is so wrong,” but I made no attempt to stop him as my body simply didn’t want to deny what was about to happen. He got. Don’t like what I write? Why not comment what you didn’t like if you want to hit the thumbs down?How many times do we wish we had a digital camera attached to our eyes to capture that glimpse of a sight that we want to return to, a sight that results in lust and fantasies that go on for years? Well this picture speaks volumes of a memory that was burned into my brain over 25 years ago. Since I don’t have that digital camera in my eyes, nor were cell phone cameras a thing at that time, I.