She would always do it, knew she was doing it, didn’t actually need to do it and studiously avoided my eyes while she did it. It’s one of those th...ngs we will never know for sure and doesn’t even matter, but an anthropologist or someone from another planet could probably explain.Mili then walked over to the communal washing machine, which was in a kind of cupboard, and called me over. To get in the cupboard meant standing very close to her, and our stomachs touched. The flash of electricity. I really wanted to fuck her and suck on her now hanging out breaths. Instead I’m hooked my fingers and hit her g spot easily. I stroked it as slow as I could while she watched the hot mouth fucking in front of us. With my free hand I went inside her bra and tugged and rubbed her hard nipples. “Do you like watching others fuck while you got three fingers inside you slut?” I hissed. (Yes, I love it and wished I could suck on him too while you fuck my pussy” was her reply. I really started to. And as Brett took my hand and led me back onto the dance floor, there was a bit more sashay in my hips and both, he and most of the men around us noticed it.As we danced, Brett held me very close, and I allowed it. He probably thought that his charm was finally working on me. He thought that his fashionable two-day beard growth and rugged good looks had finally won me over. The smile on his face told me that in his eyes, I was ripe for the plucking.He squeezed me even closer, and I laughed. I. I listen to your ragged breath, hear it catch. So very close, little one. My fingers followed the path of your juices, those my lips have not already captured, as they trickle down between your legs. I collect them on my fingers, and now you can feel me begin to massage them into the wrinkled skin rimming your cute, tightly puckered little ass. I let you feel the pressure of my fingers as I continue to lubricate you, let it build, let you yield, until one, then two insistent fingers push their.