Without even thinking about it, I sunk a finger deep into my hole, moaning at the sensation. I hit my spot instantly and I thought I was going to cum ...here and then. I wanted it to last. I removed my finger, now slicked with my wetness, and ran it over my clit pressing down harder. The shock ran through my body again. Mmmmm… Using a second finger, I pressed down onto my clit, rubbing it gently. I thought of a man with strong hands and a long hot tongue lapping at my pussy, stroking me and. Pan wasn't sure exactly what, but the crew had been tense all day long. Even his normally phlegmatic keeper was scowling and impatient, trying to rush Pan back to his cabin after dinner instead of allowing him his hour of exercise. He had put up a token resistance, but when the keeper started getting angry, Pan backed down. He was not ready to force a confrontation yet.Back in his room, Pan waited, and planned. He had managed to identify five sound and three vision surveillance devices in his. "And whose pussy is this?" he said, reaching around to finger her slit."It's your pussy! It's all yours, everything I have is yours! Please!" So you are my whore, then?" he asked."Yes! Yes! Terry, I am your whore! Your slut! I am all yours! Please, may I cum now, Please!" Then cum whore! Cum for me NOW!" he said. And she exploded in a torrent of pussy juices. She squirted her juices a good four feet across the room as her orgasm ripped through her. Terry had to hold her up as her legs buckled. She's been doing it for a while, but you never noticed. But you did today. I could tell.” She squeezed my cock. “You stared at her all night in her dress, looking at her ass, her small tits. Mmm, you're so hard.”“Because you're stroking me.”Her lips brushed my ear. “Because you want to fuck our daughter.”“Betty, I never would.”“Why not?” My wife's wet pussy rubbed on my hard thigh. “You took a cold shower today. You were shivering when you came out. The idea of fucking our daughter popped into.