Who's picking me up at the airport? Please say it's you... not mom. I bought a new outfit, I can't wait to see your reaction... and I mean SEE your re...ction! See you Saturday. Bye."When I check my e-mail for Susan's itinerary, there is one from Nicole, too. She's anxious to meet my sister and suggests that she could come up this weekend. The idea of Nicole and Susan together is intriguing, but not this weekend. I write back that I'd love for her and Susan to meet, but mom has this weekend all. "Shit," I said softly for my own personal love machine was in my bedside draw and there was no way I was going to get it now. Oh well I'll have to do it the old fashion way with my fingers.I lay down on the couch and spread my slim legs wide and my fingers soon found just the right spot."Ahh," I groaned softly now I let my mind find it's own stimulus.I was at that party again with Pete, randy, perverted Pete, oh how I loved him. We were in the back room with a few other couple, all taking. She sighed. Mason got his tongue into the opening as far as he could, making the hole wet and then inserted a finger inside instead of his tongue. Hazel groaned and spread her butt. The orifice seemed to open wider as he probed it for the longer period. He had always had a desire to have anal sex with a girl but could never find a consenting, willing partner, partly for the reason of his massive cock size. Hazel was kind of comfortable with his efforts.“Hazel, have you done it before”? He. She wanted this adultery to happen, she wanted it now and she wanted it to last for hours.When the car stopped outside a wood cottage in the forest, Miss Jones knew she could moan and scream loud: she wanted to be slutty, wild and she wanted Peter to constantly tell her she was married and fucking him. God the word 'married' was so good at making her wet. Peter carried both overnight bags in, took them to the landing, still leaving her a choice of which bed to sleep in. She loved the way he.