.. His hand is sliding up my thigh under my dress, slipping my arousal-sodden panties aside and his fingers are inside me, roughly finger-fucking me."... would," I pant."Would what?" Pay you--" I trail off.He grins, his fingers knuckle-deep inside me, rubbing my g-spot as his thumb circles my clit."I'll have to disappoint; never got the hang of walking in heels."I choke out a laugh, which turns into a gasp as he starts to grind my clit hard with his thumb against my pelvic bone.The car pulls over. And centered in that, the thin, hair-fringed lips of her pussy, slick with her sexual desire, pink, waiting ecstatically for the burning lap of his tongue or whatever other instrument he cared to use.The memory of what they'd done earlier that morning raced through her hot, feverish mind. Intoxicated with lust, she heard her own almost, animalistic whimper -- and then he slowly lowered his nose in between her trembling thighs, his hot breath scorching her sparse blonde pubic curls as if blown. They preformed a water ballet for me and I thoroughly enjoyed it all.Then the manager came out and said, “Okay ladies, you’ve had your fun. I’ve gotten a complaint. We have kids staying here.” Then he said, “Come back out about three or four this morning, no one will care then. Just don’t scream or anything.”So they got out of the water, thanked him with a very nice view, and then they walked naked up the stairs to me. I just smiled as I held the door open.Phyllis asked, “Want to go out again. I started making small circles around her clit, first one way then the other which brought a loud moan from Gail. My fingers slid inside easily and when I curled them upwards I was stroking the roof of her vagina; they soon found the magic spot.“Yes Steve, like that, lick it harder and don’t stop your fingers…”I obeyed. Gail was moaning continuously now and I could hear the sounds of Ed fucking his little granddaughter harder. My own cock was starting to throb, despite not being touched or.