Her face was flushed an even deeper red now and her breathing was becoming shorter and shorter as she opened her legs slightly to allow the guy a glim...se of her lacy, black panties."Oh god! This is turning me on so much," gasped Helen, quietly "I've really got to do something about it!"Adjusting my growing erection, I moved closer to her and whispered again. "Well, I think that with only a little encouragement this guy would just LOVE to fuck your brains out!" You think?" Helen replied. "That. From her! Please don't! His fingers are on their way back in, he can feel the muscles of her vaginal opening pulse and tighten and her wet labia lips seems to have wrapped themselves around his fingers! The feeling of this most intimate feminine place , so wanting that has been neglected for so long and so starved for attention is now showing its interest with more than a, mild vengeance! The noise that some women make when sexually enjoying themselves is wonderful, and Ashley is no. She thanked the gods her father had waited until just after her eighteenth birthday to die. She had not fancied the idea of her Aunt Muriella controlling her fortune for her. He stood nervously in the doorway, uncertain of himself, with the awkward stance of a youth not quite at ease in his own body. Perhaps, she thought, he had only recently become so handsome. Because handsome he was, with his dark hair tied back and his white shirt straining over his broad shoulders. She dropped her eyes to. Flipping the lid open and spreading my pussy with one hand, he pushed the tip inside me and squirted the stuff in me."What was that for?" I frowned at him and complained of the cold."It's lube, artificial wet." he set the bottle on the floor, then everything else he had used to shave me. Then his eyes fastened on his handiwork, and he grinned. "Damn, but you look i*****l."His fingers shoved inside me suddenly, and i gasped. then his head was between my legs, his tongue dancing on my clit. The.