We go into the living room on the couch she has her hand on my cock and I've got 2 fingers in her pussy stroking her G spot, we switch and she starts ...ucking my cock, Rob is giving Gail gravy strokes in the middle of the living room floor, putting his 7 inch cock to the bottom with every trust Gail s eyes were rolled back and was moaning and huffing as he pushed deep into her sexy pussy. Wanda looks up and asks if there is somewhere more private, so we leave Rob banging Gails pussy upstairs and. She told me to sit at her feet. She read me poetry, from a small leather bound book, poetry she had written, some I had read before but all new with her voice, and her hand stroking my hair as I listened and she read. I rested my head on her knee. Her poems are dark, opening my mind to both her desires and my own. As she read my knickers became wet, that delicious wet that only silk can give. My nipples hardened and pushed, brushed against the silk of my blouse. She noticed, I know she did. She. I stood there as her hands went to the top of my legs, at one point her hand touched my groin, what with the warm water and soap, combined with her hands! My cock began to twitch, it had been some time since anyone had touched me, so it wasn’t long before he woke up and started to push against my shorts. “OK turn around” she said, “I'm OK” I replied, not wishing her to see my state of arousal, she took my shoulders and turned me around, I could feel the blood rushing to my face in. He was... they were doing it." Oh Julie. I'm so sorry for you," and the randy preacher couldn't resist the opportunity to gently cup one of the girls big, heavy breasts. "She might have been doing it for you... to protect you... I'm sure she worries about you and him?" No... it wasn't to protect me. I heard the things she said. And he didn't try to stop her, either. And I'd just... like... yesterday... I'd done it the way you said... so he... we could wait until we got married." She was vaguely.