" We walked out together and strolled to another restaurant on the next block over. The food was great and so was the company. But I did notice that a...lot of my questions concerning the town were deflected, adeptly and subtly. I didn't mind. Anyway, we started my week of Shakespeare with Macbeth. I did not know if that was a good or bad sign. It was considered a bad luck play. The actor's didn't even name it. They called it the Scottish play. It was played in the open-air theater. No one needed. I slid my middle finger into her wet pussy. It was really tight, and I really had to work to get my finger all the way inside. I was fingering her for a good five minutes, when she gasped:"Two! Two fingers, please!"I obliged. I was really working on her now, putting all of my effort into making her come. She finally did, and HARD. I had to cover her mouth with my other hand to keep her orgasm from getting too loud. After she had come down, I noticed that my hand was absolutely soaked. It was. "Never," Amanda told her as she sat down on the bed, "I've seen pictures of guys with big ones, but I've never seen one like that for real." I wonder if I could take all of him?" Cindy asked, her hand stealing down to her barely concealed secretiveness and gently rubbing herself through the skimpy bikini bottom."CINDY," Amanda puffed in mock surprise, "please, After all, he is my brother." Hey, I'm sorry, but I think he is one more super hunk," Cindy smiled, seeing through Amanda's false. She decided that she should investigate her pussy and make sure that nothing was wrong down there. As she had no hair down there and a flat stomach, it was easy for her see down there. She couldn't see anything wrong, but she decided she better poke around incase it was something on the inside. As she pulled back her pussy lips and ran a finger around the inner lips, she noticed that her pussy was wet, but not with water. It was a thicker substance, almost a gel. She realised that the feelings.