Her hand want flat against her body and she let out a little whimper. I couldn't deny a growing curiosity about what she looked like underneath her pa...ties. Her other hand went up her shirt and she seemed to tweak a nipple as she drove that finger into herself.Then, with two thumbs, she hooked the elastic of her panties and pulled them down to her knees, slipping them to one ankle and stepping out. Her legs fell open and the slit of her pretty pink pussy peeked out into the light of the living. He felt the flood of her climax as she keened her pleasure, and then her limbs began thrashing wildly. He pinned down her arms and legs to protect her (and himself) from harm. And now they both lay gasping for breath. For a long time afterwards they lay there, looking up at the trees climbing and meeting above them, bending as if to enclose the pair in a leafy high cathedral. They watched the thin upper branches sway gently against the blue sky. Joanna was the first to speak, and her tone was. Sara was mentioned in his will, and as Sara had lived longer than he had, she had inherited something. Shit. He really had been a sick puppy."I do not want anything from him." And that is exactly why we should go there. You want to make things clear at one single sitting."I reluctantly agreed and gave her permission to agree a meeting as soon as possible after the reading of the will. Of course, I'd need to take care of Sara's belongings in her apartment. I already feared that task.During the. You lied on the ground, butt up, screaming and twisting in orgasm while one stranger held you and the other one continued finger fucking you, massaging your G-spot with two fingers in your pussy and one in your ass.The orgasm slowed down and he played with your pussy, soft, but kept the finger in your butt.You where breathing heavily, and the young one laughed.Looks like the bitch likes to be handled by real men. He still held you tight.The old one asked you. Are you a real slut? Are you? You.