She was wet with arousal. Her finger trailed along her pussy and then moved up until it touched the apex of her pussy. The exquisite sensation brought...a moan from deep in her throat.Mike's finger had found her clit. He ran his finger over her clit and then down into her pussy. He started a slow rhythm running his finger over her, stimulating her all along her pussy. His palm pressed down on her making the sensations more intense. Jenn felt his penis pressing against her. She reached out and. The marketplace begins to empty. The merchants and shopkeepers close up shop and start to head home. Soon, as the sun disappears, there is not a living soul wandering the familiar streets, aside from thieves and cut-throats that prowl the shadows and the darkened alleys. If one were to stop and listen, one would hear the random shouts of drunks from the open windows of nearby taverns; the smothered grunts of foolish men who wander too close to the concealing shadows and lose more than just. She pushed her crotch forward and opened her legs, trying to rub again him. Roger laughed. "Look at this fucking pig!" He motioned to John who just grinned. "Seen it." Roger turned back to his wife. Each of her titties was pierced twice, two two-inch long vertical stainless steel barbells, one on each side of her nipple. Roger slid his fingers between the titflesh and the piercings and started pulling forward. Belle moaned, the pain shooting waves of desire through her. John watched carefully.. We would travel by car to Leeds on a Monday and return on a Friday. Sandra was a very attractive woman in her late forties with a great figure and an insatiable lust for sex. She just oozed sex. Very soon in our relationship she discover that I was a 'closet' crossdresser and she didn't mind in the least and actually encouraged me. I'd pick Sandra up from her cottage early on a Monday morning and, usually, even before she'd got to the end of her road, she'd be undoing my trousers to get my cock.