I let out a soft moan, feeling him suck my tongue into his mouth as I wriggled lightly under him. I want to touch him the way he is touching me. “...ut-tut. No moving, pet.” He says, breaking our kiss, looking deep into my eyes. I bite my lower lip for a moment. “I’m sorry, Sir. I can’t help myself sometimes.” “I know you can’t, pet. In due time, with the help of me. You’ll get better.” “I know, Sir. Thank you.” “No need to thank me, baby. It’s what I’m here for.” He comes down and. Each of these ladies were highly dignified to look and each of them well maintained. Maam eased her out and answered the questions that were running on her head. She repeted that they have a habit of sharing decent, educated ladies amongst themselves. Their group had 10 members. All of the members were straight and mostly everyone have a family of their own. Their children are now in to teens or into initial phase of their careers.She said, that because they are under so much professional. She was wearing a micro miniskirt and a bikini top. She was not wearing any panties and her pussy was shaved bald. Her pussy lips had separated slightly. Then she asked, “Do you like my pussy?”I said, “Yes” and then I reached for it. I reached right past the kitten and shoved two fingers into her moist pussy and curled my fingers inside her.All Jill said was, “Oh my.”Then I lifted her up to her feet with those curled fingers. As I started to pull her toward the garage all she said was, “Can I. On the drive back home I realised that my pussy was tingling and could feel the discomfort of wetness seeping onto the thin strip of material of my lacy thong. Once home I went straight to her bedroom and began to stroke my pussy gently. As the tingling sensations increased I began to slide a finger into my lubricated slot. The finger thrust inside slowly at first, building itself up into a frenzied blur as an additional finger accompanied the penis substitutes. My hips were thrusting to meet.