I scooped her up and carried her to our bedroom. Drowsily, she said, ‘I might have a few minutes left in me, if you want–‘ ‘I want you to slee...,’ I said, laying her down on the bed and crawling in next to her. She burrowed in against me. ‘I’m . . . sorry . . .’ She drifted. Later, I slept. Later still, I woke in the darkness to the touch of Leta’s hand. The fingers of one hand tickled through the hair of my lower belly. The other was gently stroking my hardening cock. ‘Someone’s awake,’ she. Suddenly, with hardly any warning, it all became too much for me: the beautiful Indian princess writhing close to climax beneath me; those tits jiggling whenever I stopped sucking them; the brown fingers of one of her hands fucking her pussy while the other clutched at my buttocks to pull me into her arse; not to mention the unbelievable feeling her tight tunnel was producing as it squeezed my shaft with every movement I made. With one last thrust, I came, falling into her breasts. Small jerks. "You two are awesome," Marge said. "It's the hottest thing I've ever seen. Would you mind if we had sex?"We told them it was fine with us and I was so stirred-up by that point that Louise and I had a second round with me doing her doggie-style right along with our friends who were in the same position.So that was our fuck-picnic with friends. But it wasn't the last of the talk about us doing it for people to watch us fuck for a fee.Roy called us the next evening to say how great a time they'd. Für mich war das alles total neu. Diese Gefühle. Diese Weichheit zwischen ihren Beinen. Das alles hätte ich mir nie ausmalen können, und das obwohl sie mich in diesem Moment noch nicht mal berührte.So suchte ich mit meinem Finger also ihre Spalte und begann sanft meinen Finger auf und ab, vor und zurück zu bewegen. Hanna quittierte das mit einem leise quietscher und versteifte ihren Körper komplett. Sie war von oben bis unten bedient. Meine Zungen auf ihrem Nippel, ein Finger am Poloch und ein.