“Your poor fingers.” he said, kissing each one. “Do they still hurt?” “A little, but they’re getting better. The doctor said the nails wil... grow in again.” “You know” Dale began, smirking craftily, “you’re not supposed to get these bandages wet so you shouldn’t try to wash yourself. It would be best if I give you sponge baths.” “Ok, that would be…” Travis mumbled, grinning languidly as his eyes closed and he drifted back to sleep. Dale had almost fallen asleep as well, when the bedside phone. Her pink labs were glistening wet, as was her relatively small patch of very thick pubic hair. It looked like fur.Jean's eyes shut tight again. "Mm... mm... mm... uh... OH!" Her head flew back, arching her neck. She felt her body go out of control. "OHHHHH! UH! MMMH!" Her fingers kept twisting in her ass, the ones at her clit were rubbing frantically. It was a blur of motion.Ron's body went rigid. "ARRH.... FUCK!" His cock surged, the tip began spewing a half dozen streams, arcing up then. I replied, “Yes.” “Okay, Peter, darling, let’s do that!” She raised her legs, one at a time above my head and onto my shoulders. My cock still in her, she could not pump in this position. It was all down to me. I withdrew my cock till the head, then slowly plunged in, got to her cervix, and ploughed through it. The usual grimace on Catherine’s face, we both got comfortable in this position. I moved out and in, I increased my speed. I felt an amazing whack on my cock-head each time I pushed. Mac feels her arousement flowing through her body as she remembers her and Marsha's exploring and touching and she wants to do the same with her Aunt.She sits on the bed next to her Aunt and says, "Aunt Rita, can I talk to you?" Wha..what..what did you say sweetie, I'm sorry I guess I dozed off. What's on your mind?" I..I need to, I'm so embarrassed Aunt Rita. I need to ask you something but I need you to swear you won't tell anybody...EVER!" as she gets up and closes the bedroom door and.