”Whose pussy is this?” he asked sliding a finger in. I moaned but couldn’t answer. It was my first time feeling this sensation and I didn’t kn...w how to respond. Pumping his finger in and out for a few seconds that felt like minutes I moaned louder. He quickly pulled his finger out of my pussy and slapped it a few times. “Tiffany, whose pussy is it?” He slapped it again and I moaned out, “Yours Jon.” “Good,” he said rubbing my vagina and sliding his tongue up my neck to my ear. “Since you don’t. Ginny began to engulf more and more of Harry’s cock as she slowly sucked along Harry’s shaft, her lips pressed firmly against his dick. Ginny wrapped a hand around the base of Harry’s cock as she clamped her tongue and lips tightly against Harry’s dick. Ginny let her warm tongue slowly circle Harry’s head and shaft inside her mouth, coating it in her saliva. With a pop, Ginny suddenly removed Harry’s cock from her mouth. Harry smiled as he saw her lift up his cock so she could nibble on his. "Higher," he said. Jean wrinkled her brow, but inched the skirt up a little farther. The whole mound of her pussy was now exposed. A telltale damp spot was visible where the material disappeared between her legs. Rick reached down and stroked his rigid cock. "Push your panties down," he said. "Ricky, noooo," Jean said, but her eyes were fixed on his cock head. Her tongue moistened her lips. "Are you having trouble hearing me, Aunt jean?" "Oh, Ricky." Jean hooked her thumbs in the waist band. I didn't bother to ask if he was awake - to be honest I was kind of hoping he was. My pushed down my boxers and found my hard prick with my left hand, my right was holding up the sheet. I stroked myself for a bit and then thought "screw this, we're both adult men!" and I threw back the sheet and started to slowly and stroke my cock. I was hoping that there was enough light that Al could see me or at least get a good look at my outline. I polished my knob and used first my right hand then my.