While everyone was giving Cindy time to clean up and rejoin them, Sam asked Amy, “Well, slut? How are you going to top that?” Amy was not much of ... pain slut. A cum slut, yes. A plain slut, yes. But could not bring herself to top Cindy’s performance. She didn’t know what scarred her more, Cindy’s obvious pain, or the look in Don’s eyes as he beat her tits and wiped sweat from his face. “Sam, I can’t beat that, Sam. Please. I can’t beat that. I’m sorry. I’ll do anything, but I don’t want that. Chris was out of control as well for he had a long hidden fantasy of watching his wife being pleasured by a better man than he was. Why these feelings of being inferior would arouse him he couldn’t say but arouse him, they did. Anne orgasmed at least twice, more before she begged her husband to stop, as she was now too sensitive to be touched. She lay down beside him and he put her thigh over his and slipped his newly attained erection inside her with ease. Chris knew now was the time to. My mum still had them but it wasn’t hers that got me into it. It was a family friend that we used to visit, let’s say her name was Mary. Mary was a lovely woman and always made a fuss of me, well I thought it was me but I guess she was like that with everybody, I thought she was beautiful and couldn’t wait until we went to visit.It was especially great if it was the winter, or any time when it was chilly. She and her family lived in an old cottage that had a huge log fire that heated the whole. She felt the mounting excitement as her face began to glow, her areolas wrinkling tight and a hot damp sensation grew between her loins. Beth could smell herself, a light delicate scent that grew in intensity until it was the prevalent aroma wafting in the room.He took in a long lingering breath of her womanly perfume, and smiled with the satisfaction. Having abandoned any hesitations, Beth proceeded to push her outer labia to the side, revealing her wet interior. With inserted fingers, she.