Can you see me? I hope so. I turn again and lean back against the wall. I put my leg up again and angle my hips forwards. I slide my soapy fingers ove... my clit and gasp, imagining it’s your hand as I rub in slow circles and slide my fingers around my opening, pressing against my swollen lips. My other hand returns to my breasts, kneading and massaging. I flick my nipples, imagining you biting them. Can you taste my skin? I need more. I don’t want to be touching myself, I want it to be you. But. She stood for a moment catching her breath, then said, “Excuse me while I take care of things.” She headed towards the bathroom.Paige followed. “I need to get ready, too.”The two men watched their wives leave, and then Tom grabbed a bar towel and twisted away, to clean himself. “I sure hope you don’t use that to wipe out any glasses,” commented Bob.“Hardly. I think I need to clean up as soon as they’re done. When Paige was showing us the ropes, she didn’t really explain the cleanup afterwards. I eased myself further down that shaft, the sensations of deep penetration and stretching wider sent me into a massive, trembling, orgasm. I felt myself reach his full length. Never had I felt so deeply full, and at the same time, opened wider then I had experienced. He thrust his hips upward, sending me into an extended quivering climax. I must have passed out. I was coming to with the feeling of both my pussy and ass full of cock. When one was retracting, the other was plunging in. What a. I really didn't like the idea of him taking my clothes off also but couldn't resist undressing his wife. Once I had all the buttons undone I slowly removed her blouse and discovered she had no bra on. There in front of me was those nice tits I had seen in the car. He had also removed my shirt and was licking my tits. I didn't care at this point and started sucking on both of her tits. She started breathing a little harder and I decided to finish the job and found the zipper to her skirt. .