You look at me with open wide open eyes but I just wink and smile back. By now my fingers are working overtime and are inside and outside your pantie..., probing you, fingering you, stroking your clit – you are struggling to stop moaning. It is not the most sophisticated foreplay but the situation is heightening it to almost orgasmic proportions. You stare at the bulge in my trousers but you know you cannot touch – you have the pictures and can well imagine what lies beneath.I drink my wine in. The mere touch of his tongue to me made me shiver with delight. I had sucked four different cocks, but none of the guys had licked me. Nothing makes me cum faster or gets me hornier than getting my pussy licked, and Matt was good at it. Brian knows just where to lick me, with what speed and how much pressure to use. He can make me cum quickly. Matt wasn’t familiar with my preferences, but he certainly tried. Brian began to guide him and tell him what I liked. Hearing my husband tell another man. And if it’s a matter of buying clothing, I’d happily take you shopping again, both of you.” He said giving Izzy’s leg a squeeze.Pausing before the two of them, drawing out her exposure, feeling the surge of heat washing through her, Gwen nodded as if she was thinking or considering his suggestion. “You would?” she asked, unable to help herself, picturing her wearing something like Izzy was. “I mean ... yeah ... I could ... try” she said, turning slightly from side to side, subtly showing off. Junior was struggling with Arlene. Exasperated, Guterrez picked her up and threw her over Junior's shoulders in a fireman's carry. Junior staggered and almost fell with her, but Vasquez steadied him. "Shit, Kid. You sure you're man enough to fuck this gal?" he sneered.Junior didn't say anything since even being near Vasquez terrified him, and Guterrez was always cramming a pistol barrel in his mouth. Junior's front teeth were still loose from the last time at the cabin."I'll make it," he.