Soon I felt the tips of his fingers slipping under my bikini bottom.I was really beginning to like what he was doing. Before I knew it, Tom was rubbin... my pussy lips gently and tickling its opening with one of his fingers. I could feel myself getting wet. Keeping my eye on his bulge, I spread my legs further apart. Soon I felt his finger enter me and begin to push inside of my cunt.He touched softly my swollen clit, making me shiver in pleasure.I began to moan and the bastard put another finger. She was screaming as Phil’s large cock brought her to orgasm after orgasm. No women could take a fucking like that for long, but incredibly she did. He was so strong he finally lifted her up by her waist and she wrapped her legs around him as he carried her around the room. Finally I heard her say "Phil I can’t take it anymore, don’t cum in me”. With that she got on her knees and began sucking Phil’s mammoth 10 inch cock, it looked even bigger after he took it out of my wife’s sopping pussy.. The brief glimpse of that red-gold triangle as she wiped between her creamy, freckled thighs, so tantalized me that, as soon as she left the bathroom, I had to sit on the toilet and beat off. Another time, right before bed, Susan and I chatted while she painted her toenails. As I lay on my tummy on the bed, watching Susan in the chair across from me, I began to have fantasies about kissing her feet and nibbling at her toes. Then, of course, I’d lightly caress her ankles with kisses, moving. I gasped as I felt it moving gently, pressing against the soft spongy moist walls of my tight vaginal passage. Then a second finger joined it, and I could tell they were scissoring inside me, wiggling left and right, then up and down. I felt a trickle of juice running down my inner thigh. Whoever it was seemed to know instinctively how to vary their movements to best effect. The fingers gave a few deep thrusts up into the depths of my tight wet passage, then curled up against my soft g-spot. I.