I am moaning a bit, as I insert four fingers into my wet pussy. My fingers are deep within my pussy. I am so wet as I play with my wet cunt. He is str...king his cock faster and faster. His balls are now hanging, and he is cupping them in his hands. His pre-cum is oozing down his shaft. He swirls some on his fingers and tastes his cum. I am leaning against the wall of rocks. My legs are now bent, as I am working my fingers faster and faster inside my pussy. I am moaning. I change hands and start. ’ ‘They’ve got breasts, don’t they?’ J.T. replied. ‘Of course they talk more than we do.’ It had been more than two weeks since that night on J.T.’s deck, and for the most part, things with Tim and Julia were rolling along nicely. Their physical relationship, which Tim already thought was as good as it could be, had grown even stronger. That whole going four days without sex business was a thing of the past – lately, it was rare if they made it through an entire workday. It was the emotional. Donna was a good customer, but she wasn't that involved.Like Suzi, Ann was Asian, short, but there the resemblance ended. Where Suzi would always be seen as perky and cute, Ann was beautiful but in a very different way. Ann's body was harder and she moved with the assurance of someone dedicated to working out. Her face had many more angles to it; sharp planes that made her attractive in a severe sort of way.Everyone also assumed she was into martial arts, but she wasn't. She was strong enough. She giggled and refastend her bikini and lay back in the sun with her knees up and flopped open. George looked to the west and saw the clouds climbing ever higher with their deep purple base. There was a distant rumble of thunder. He looked back at Vicky, 'God that had been a nice pussy,' he thought; 'plump lips, the insides glistening with dampness in the sunlight.' George continue to clip the hedge with no conviction, he couldn't get his mind of the little tramp. Vicky looked at her watch and.