Soon, the fingers were up to the middle knuckle, then were slipped up to the hand. We both had long fingers, and the feeling of her inside me while he... hand massaged my clit was wonderful. This time, I was able to maintain my composure right through the orgasm, and though I had the same swimming head and the eyes rolling back, I kept massaging and fingering her up to orgasm, although mine had already come a few seconds earlier. That morning and early afternoon, we repeatedly worked each other. My mouth kissing and licking, teasing as it reached the soft skin at the top of a stocking or exploring her through pantyhose, hoping there were no panties. And the feel against my face or over my shoulders....We smiled at each other nervously, each still wondering. Did the other want more?She smiled at me, just a bit nervously and took my hand, leading me to the stairs. I smiled to myself, as I checked out her shapely legs and ass as we climbed the stairs.She turned and faced me at the top,. Smith mount her husband. Sean’s camera came in for a close-up as his dick disappeared inside of her dripping pussy inch by inch. She leaned back a little and Mr. Smith again started stroking her clit while Mrs. Smith cupped and massaged her tits. Sean’s camera caught the intense thrusts of Mr. Smith’s incredibly long cock going in and out of Mrs. Smith’s twat, faster and faster, until Mr. Smith pulled out and shot the biggest load of cum Sean had ever seen right onto Mrs. Smith’s chest. . And since you allowed the Columbians to attack us, I'm not going anywhere without a rifle."I look at Jack and say, "Come on old fart, let's check on the eggs."He complains, "But the beef stew?"Mabel winks at us and promises, "Don't worry you two, you go check on the eggs and I will make sure there's plenty of stew for when you get back."Present – Jack – Outside DinnerDamn I can't believe I'm missing dinner! I haven't had beef stew like that – well forever. Masha is a hell of a cook but all she.