She had to get through this any way she could. The shame burned deeply inside her but none of this was her fault.As the deep fucking continued, Jill b...came conscious of a new phenomenon. Her clitoris, always a very sensitive organ, was trapped between the cock and the wall of her vagina. As the huge penis moved, it was being rolled forward and back, as if between a mans finger and thumb. It began to spread a warmth through her cunt. She had to respond, she could not ignore it. Oh no! Please. I can't believe you got everything. How about some Chardonnay?" Bridget inquired."Sounds great!" When Bridget returned to the living room she stood right in front of Jill, who still had her eyes closed."Here, this is for you."Jill sat up and opened her eyes. Not a foot in front of her was Bridget's wet and inviting pussy. Jill smiled and looked up at Bridget. She had taken off her sundress and was wearing only her high-heeled sandals. Her smile was the most inviting thing that Jill had ever. His unobstructed frontside was being displayed prominently before her. Prominent because both of his hands had reached back behind him to his backside. Those hands were busy rubbing up and down trying to ease the discomfort on his two ass cheeks, which inturn was causing his half-erect cock to jutt out obscenely. With every massage it would bob in front of her. She had to admit to herself, knowing she was the cause of it all gave her some perverse pleasure in a twisted kind of way.Sitting. I tried to concentrate on my book, which was about the history of the violin. Not the most absorbing subject. “Aah.” “Are you Ok?” Asked the guy who was trying to study. “Yes, I’m fine… just a little… you know,” I said, meaninglessly. Gemma’s lips had reached the very edge of my puffy labia and was rolling her tongue along them. It felt so good! I was gripping the book like a maniac, trying to stay calm. “Oh fuck… that’s good.” “Interesting read?” Said one of the girls who was chatting to her.