Subconsciously, she squirmed, spreading her supple legs wider and pulling back the covers further. His tongue traced her warm body down towards the gl...wing majesty of her sex. With the covers pulled back completely, he could see the perfect shape of her pussy between her legs; there was already a glistening layer of her juices from her waiting hole. He kissed and licked up the inside of her thighs while she softly panted. His tongue had reached its zenith between her legs, and snaked up the. Her mouth was open wide, when she looked at me for my approval, "do you want me to fuck him too sir !" she asked.I gave her the nod and my slut straddled his cock and pushed down, forcing the head of his dick to enter her. She told me she needed my help and asked me to stand in front of her and hold her hands to give her balance as she worked her pussy down the length of his cock. She went down on it very slowly as her cunt lips were being stretched again just like before.She rocked and pumped. "Now come over here," he said. I did. I straddled him on the sofa. He put his hands on my hips, and I began to give him a little lap dance, grinding down, not too hard, on that cloth-covered cock. I'm sure he could feel how hot and wet my pussy was. "Now take it out."I don't know how I managed to not do exactly what he told me that second, but I wasn't going to give in quite that easily. I slid down him, rubbing my breasts down his chest, and stomach, until they were pressing against the. ”“We did plenty of things right, Hal, just not enough of them. Want a beer? I bought a six-pack, and I want to finish them before Tim gets back.” She had 2 weeks, well 13 days. Only Gwen would think that having one can for every two days meant that she needed help.“Why, thank you. There’s no rule, you know, that you can’t have beer in the house when he’s here. I have hard stuff.”“But you don’t drink it when he’s around.” Tim must have told her, which means that she had to have asked. Not.