He had one hand in her top and the other on her clit as he masturbated her. Kelly held my stare as she came. The song that had the crowd worked up, en...ed. Kelly and Annie came back to our table. Annie was next to me but facing Kelly, away from me. She had slid way back on the barstool. I explored. I slipped my middle finger into her butthole and fingered her. She was clamping herself around my finger.I told Kelly I had invited Annie to our place and she was delighted. I could tell Annie had a. We stood there kissing, when I heard a large cats cry. We broke our kiss, and I looked around. I couldn't see any cat and it sounded like it was always off, so I shrugged it off."It's not close, it's about a mile away," Sarla said."How do you know what a mile is?" I asked."The dream explained it," she replied."Oh ... ok, well come my wife, let's go eat. I will explain more about our home after dinner." Ok, I am hungry," she said and took my hand.We walked inside, and to the kitchen where the. Her whole body quivered with orgasmic bliss. She could feel her pussy ache and pulse, begging for cock. Her asshole clenched.Her legs shaking, she stood and watched for a minute. She wondered how they could have been so quiet that she hadn't heard them.Creamy cuntjuice streamed down Tess's tanned thighs as she watched Jeff's cock fuck in and out of Dianne's cunt. She ogled the muscles in Andy's upper arms as he clutched Dianne's head, watching his own solid hunk of cock disappear over and over. I also know that neither of us can act on those feelings. Why my husband wants to do this, I have no idea. I think he has some weird fantasy that I have no intention of fulfilling. I just can’t.I’ve been nervous and scared about this trip ever since Robert convinced me to send that message to Alan. I didn’t want to do this. I DON’T want to do it! The simple reason I don’t is that I want to so badly. Does that make sense? I don’t want to because I do want to. I haven’t wanted anything so badly.