I tore his hand from my reluctant nipple, and dragged it down over my flat stomach and in between my open thighs, 'Put your fingers-in', I gasped, as ... felt him down there, now my slender hips were dancing, coaxing his fingers into me, I slid and slipped his digits between my labia, until they finally entered me, then without warning, I began humping his hand, with both of my hands clamped, vice-like around his small wrist, and my hips thrusting like a runaway piston in a block, all the while,. Chantel's arms. He had feltembarrassed, very, for she was almost he, and ugly at that, withstubble now beginning to show on her face and skull, but Ms.Chantel had cooed to her, and told her to rest and that Sheowned her and all would be well.She remembered this.For the next several days, she had slept. Her body was spent,and Ms. Chantel took kindly care of her in the large bed of theguest room. Ms. Chantel fed her fruits and salads and built upher strength. A corset was placed on her again, as. I told she could answer the phone and that if she wanted privacy I’ll go somewhere. She then told me that wasn’t required because the phone call was from her boyfriend (ex) who she had just dumped yesterday when she found him cheating on her with her batchmate from college.As soon as she told me this she started tearing up and I went close to her to console her. I hugged her and said that her ex was being stupid to cheat on such a gorgeous girl. She looked at me and asked, “ Do you really think. “Man, this is so hot, she’s awesome.” He said. “Man her pussy is so tight,” Eric said to Paul. “It looks good.” Paul said back. “Oh man… you don’t know.” Paul smiled, “Actually I do, I remember.” I said nothing and let them talk. I loved hearing how they love my wife’s pussy. It was so hot to hear her talked about like that, and to hear how they loved my wife’s pussy. Eric resumed deep fucking her again as he just couldn't seem to help himself. I could see Paul’s balls ever so often.