Tamara threw her feet over the edge of the bed, found the nightshirt that Gene had ripped off her after he got home, searched for the panties she'd wo...n, wanting to shower later that morning before putting on clean clothes. The green cotton underwear were not in sight, she wondered if Gene had taken them with him, something he did at times. She smiled thinking he'd enjoy pulling them out and sniffing them for a couple of days, maybe even cumming while he inhaled her unique scents.She grabbed a. " Good morning. " He yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes."What an amazing sight to wake up to, I just hope this isn't a cruel dream." He said, pulling me against him.My nipples squashed against the curly chest hair bringing a low sigh from his lips." That seems real enough." He smiled, tracing a line down my backbone and massaging the cheeks of my bum. "But maybe I'd better just confirm it; you know how dreams can seem so realistic at the time." He added, a wicked tone in his voice.. Teeny’s clit did not get so erect. Carla’s was standing proud like a tiny cock.Mark managed to get two fingers into her tight twat and used his thumb to continue to stimulate her clit. When he got to her cherry location, he found no obstruction. “Not a virgin?” he asked.“I am,” she moaned. I broke my hymen with my Mom’s vibrator.”Mark continued to finger her pussy until she reached a small orgasm and he marveled at how strongly her cunt muscles squeezed his fingers.Mark used his left had. As our cars departed with the rest of the pack, the message from her came through quite clear: "Are you going to come over this evening?" Intentions weren't quite aligned at this point, but we both knew that we wanted to spend the night with each other, and so I followed her to the little beach house that she was shacking up in while the divorce was underway. There is nothing extravagant about this place. It is a small, classic, bungalow just a few hundred feet from the beach, a true escape.