I didn't know how much longer I could last under this gentle stimulation without shooting my load into her.Dawn sat still and then started to run her ...ands over her breasts, probably for the first time in her life, enjoying the thrills she experienced through both her fingertips and her nipples. Dawn didn't understand what she was doing to me as I lay there watching her, as my prick twitched and throbbed inside her. Finally she lowered one hand down to her pussy and felt my prick where it. Mavis quickly concluded it was emanating from the Quentin home. She stared a moment longer and worked the drapes back together. Was it possible the Quentins and Carrs were swinging--had swapped mates and actually were engaging in orgiastic fucking in the same room? Her heart hammered violently as her mind conjured up a lewd spectacle of the four naked people twisted in lewd knots, each screwing the other's marital partner."Oh, damn!" she whined, pouting and falling over backwards on the huge. Slowly her clothes were shed, white under-clothing, both lacy and practical, slowly became her last line of defence, she knew it was now or never, but the sight of her husband`s face and the tent in his jeans, mixed with the expectant look on the face of her ‘would be lover,’ spurred her on. She knew she wanted this for herself too, in a strange way it was like a dream,…a fantasy…she wanted to try this experiment, this wicked sharing, to give herself to this outsider, to break the cycle of her. It was incredibly warm and weird feeling. It’s just a tasty lollipop. Rosalie fretted, slurping her little wet tongue up and down his big shapely shaft. She realised Justin had his hands upon either side of her head and he was grinding his crotch into her mouth! She must be doing it right! “Oooooohh!” Justin groaned happily, fondling Rosalie’s wonderful whoppas. Suddenly Rosalie felt a warm, salty taste leaking into her mouth. It was syrup like in texture, it was coming from Justin’s.