“baba feel me there” it was a request that tore through my conscience. I hovered my middle finger just above that tiny butt hole and readied to fe...l what lay forth for my plundering .”Stop” it was a command. “What Maya. ?” I whisperedbaba please spit on that finger. I eagerly spat on it.Well the way was easier then.. I slowly landed on the hole surface with a soft silent skid.Then with a soft plop my finger invaded the first resistance offered by her hole with ease. The tunnel was warm and I. . and he did. He began connecting with guys like me thru CL and that just made him want even more. He still got online with her to masturbate together but little did she know, he was masturbating before and after, 3 or 4 times a day, often with other likeminded guys who understood and shared the need.So we masturbated together, even stroking each other's cocks to get a sense about each other, and he told me this story. After a while he was hard again and he let me watch while he masturbated. Tumbling away on the small, circular platform elevator, Kamari position’s herself on her hands and knees. The master centers herself behind the young woman. Soon her hand begin to move, gliding across Kamari’s bare skin, When she starts to moan, the master stops and spreads her ass cheeks apart, exposing the inside of the tight backdoor to the now cooler air. The sensation of the cool air threatens to overtake Kamari until a warm tongue slides over and around the entrance before slipping into. She pulled her hand away from my dick and held my hip - letting me know she wanted the pressure. …In all fairness our movements were smaller than they had been when we had sex on the beach, but for someone sitting a foot away from the sofa they were obvious and must have seemed huge. I was still keeping an eye on Cara. She had not looked at us in a what I guess was about a minute. She was obviously throwing her focus at the TV. I slipped my hand inside Jillian’s shirt and beneath her bra.