In fact, he was probably more fascinated with looking at my fingers slide in and out of my cunt than any of them. Thinking back on it, I try to rememb...r just why it was I went along. I think I liked to watch him watching-see him get that inexplicable gaze, see his eyes get all steamy and face get closer and closer until I could feel his breath between my thighs. It was always quick after that. He'd bury his face between my legs and lap at my cunt, slipping his tongue in right along with my. And so far, he thought, it was going well. His hand stroked through her tangled bangs. He moaned encouragement and watched her head begin to bob faster. Her tongue moving from gingerly teasing him to whipping quick circles around him, turning like a tornado, making wet slurping sounds. Her hands found his, and squeezed her fingers between his. She pulled off, her lips parted and wet, her face blushed concealing her freckles. When they kissed, she tasted like a cigarette, but he didn’t care.. She needed Maureen so badly.Deanna wanted to feel all of Maureen. Deanna slowly moved her face upward, she could feel Maureen's hot breath close to her lips. Deanna kept her eyes closed and anticipated the heat of Maureen's moist, full lips. One hand trailed around her waist, while the other touched her breast. Then Deanna felt the first soft touch of Maureen's lips. As they gently brushed hers. The warm breath of Maureen against her. The smoothness of Maureen's caressing lips. Deanna felt as. Sarah walked out on to the balcony as I opened a bottle of wine we’d bought that afternoon and poured a couple of glasses out. I took off my shoes and socks and joined Sarah on the balcony. We clinked glasses and stood looking out over the hotel and the distant sea drinking the cold wine. I moved behind Sarah and hugged her, running my hands over her tits and feeling her thick nipples harden to my touch. ‘Lift my dress up and fuck me,’ Sarah said gently. ‘Here?’ I said looking over at next.