I tried to make her comfortable and asked her if she liked me or not. Her answer was yes she liked me but didn’t know if it is correct or not. I tri...d to reason her out and asked her to please be comfortable with me and carry on chatting without her relation with my wife coming in between.She finally agreed and we both continued chatting. I continued flirting with her and finally, we made plans to meet, she had to submit her CV in some organizations and I offered to help her in the same. I. A hug and a lingering kiss later she said we better get moving as she only had only some hours as she had to get back home.We sat in my car and directions were given to a forest side hotel, I started the engine and pulled away with Rashida next to me. Within minutes she looked in her bag as I concentrate on the road. I turn to talk to her and notice her skirt has ridden up and her hand between her legs. One hand is between her thighs the other now rising to her breasts. A smile on her face as. But ever since Connie had pulled the old switcheroo, well, getting laid was practically the only thing on her mind. At the Sistine Chapel, it was all she could do to not attack every pretty girl she saw. Leslie wasn't Catholic, but all things considered, that really wasn't the place to be having those kind of thoughts. It certainly wasn't going to help her with The Big Guy upstairs. And just what the fuck was Connie's problem, anyway? She'd given that dope the best sex she'd ever had, and this. Her luscious cunt was oozing with hot cum-juices and her pink pussy-hole was open and hungry for something to get into it."Give it to me!" Barbara gasped unable to hold back the horny words. "Ohhhhh, give me your finger! Please! Push it up my pussy! Ohhhh, please, shove it up my cunt! I wanna cummmmm!"The men chuckled with pleasure. Fred gobbled up one of her neat tits and played hotly with the other.Glen rammed all of his finger up into her juicy hot twat."Oh!" Barbara gasped. She humped her.