I switch to repeat this on your right breast while pulling down your trousers to slip my hand between your thighs to feel your wet pussy through your ...nickers, pushing my fingers between your lips then up to your clit. Gently circling almost teasing and making you push yourself against my hand, begging me to press harder against your clit. Right then I stop to pull your knickers aside, holding the material away from your sensitive, open lips I brush my fingertips along the length your fold. I instructed them about patience and every so often gave a deep lick up a wet cleft and over a hard clit. They complained to Coach that I was torturing them. Carlotta would walk over, get some lotion from me, and massage their breasts as hard as she could. By the time I finished and we lay them down, their crotches were steaming and our tongues brought them off in seconds. One time when Carlotta and I were alone, I asked if she had a strapon. ‘Of course, every good lesbian has a strapon.’ She. Very tasty. My mouth is dry and I just stare at it. "Think he likes it, Ana?"She rubs the front of my jeans! "He likes it." She declares with a knowing grin.She slides off the stool and Luke crouches in front of her and takes the wonderful cock into his mouth. He slurps and licks and grunts in pleasure. Anastasia grabs me and we kiss. She is so tall. Much taller than either Luke or I, and even taller than Norman. Her tongue is pushing into my mouth and she sucks on my top lip. One of her. She wasn't really looking for someone to have an affair with, it just happened, one night, right after the office Christmas party. Her husband had to work that evening, and was unable to attend. He suggested she go anyway. She was glad she did, the party was a blast. She was about to phone home for a ride when one of the black guys, named Phred, offered to take her home. She didn't see any harm in that, even if he was always bugging her, because wanted to make out with her.As it was, he lad her.