Her hands slipped down to gently caress her hardening nipples, rolling them gently between her first finger and thumb, just enough pressure to distend...them slightly. The tingles traced a direct path from her breasts to her clit as she felt her lubrication begin to wet her inner lips. Her hand slid slowly down her stomach, over the slight rise of her pubis down to her clit. Her finger slid down to separate her lips slightly feeling her lubrication moisten her finger tip she rolled it back up to. Also, virtually every one of the locals who were drinking the lotus wine had that blurry-eyed look.I spoke to one of the off-islanders, "What is this lotus wine that the locals drink by the gallon?" I'm not quite sure, but I tried it once and had a hangover that lasted for three days. Never again will I let any of that stuff passed my lips! Supposedly, it's made from a local fruit that grows nowhere else in the world. I think that the rest of us are lucky for that fact." Thanks for the. While still pondering the question to herself, she turned towards the closet and realized she could see into the kitchen through the gap in the partially open bedroom door. See froze like a sleuth detective on a stakeout. A minute or so passed by while she spied on the men through the door. The men were almost pacing around the center island kitchen counter. Every ten to fifteen seconds she would either see John or her husband prance by. She thought they looked like a couple of lions pacing. .Jaate hi Anny mujhpe tut padi mujhe kiss karne lagi hum ek dusre ke lips chusne lage wo bas night gown me thi jo mene utaardiya and uske boobs se khelne lagaaa me boxers ke uppar se mera lund saaf nazar aaraha tha jo bahar aane ki koshich kar raha tha uspe wo apni chut ragadne lagi fir meene khud apni boxers utaardi usne mera lund pakad ke zorse dabaadiya aor usse sehlane lagi mai bhi uske nipples bite karne lagaaa fir mene use bed pe litaa diya or chut chaatne lagaa or ungli daaldi to wo.