Frank stood up and came across to where I sat, dropped to his knees, and reached out, placing his hand on my knee.'You like this', he asked, his finge...s easing under my skirt and stroking my thigh, the hem climbing and exposing my stocking tops When his finger traced across my nude flesh atop my stocking, I gasped, it was like an electric shock, Frank was inches from his prize, my wet 'Cunt'.'You're a slut, a fucking horny slut'. I liked that kind of bad mouthing, it made me feel cheap, a fuck. Susan’s throat went quite dry, she was aware of the slight tremble in Harry’s fingers. ‘I think,’ she suggested a little hoarsely, ‘I think you need to rub a little more thoroughly, a little harder perhaps.’ Harry did so, Susan pushed forward a fraction and Harry rubbed her firmly, both of them relying on the flimsy piece of fabric to justify their private deceit. There were just two silent witnesses to their quiet conspiracy, her nipple, pressed dark, erect and faintly visible through the damp. She reached behind her, loosened her bra and shrugged it off. This was only the third time he had seen her naked breasts, and he thought she was the loveliest creature he had ever had the good fortune to see.He worshipped at the altar of her breasts, licking and suckling there, feeling her nipples expand as he gently bit down. He licked the traces of salt from the undersides of her mounded flesh and loved the taste.He put his hand on her thigh, and for the first time she didn't silently remove. I heard the noise — (krsshhhh) — before my body felt the next sensation.I lay there paralyzed, trying to absorb what had just happened. Then I felt a cold rush deep inside my pussy and realization hit me. My eyes shot open and I raised my head. “Did you just squirt whipped cream in my pussy?”I stared into his confused face as he started to explain. “Um, well, I was trying to be romantic and… um, well, I even have strawberries that I was going to…”I propped up on my elbows and glared at him..