She craved to be touched. My favorite vibrator would feel good inside, but no, she wanted to feel my tactile fingers, and I wanted to feel my beautifu... pussy. Fingers it would be.Fingertips fluttered on soft wet pussy lips. Playing with them, opening them, knowing and remembering how they looked like beautiful pink butterfly wings. A finger circled my entrance then slipped so easily inside, soon to be joined by another finger. I hooked my fingers, curling it inside, then backed out to slip. "Please be greedy," Ioke whispered. "Please don't be the sharing type." Hey, guys," the man called. "Look what wandered away from the herd."The other two men emerged from where they'd been standing. They moved with the easy grace of professional predators. Ioke's heart sank.Seeing them, Gayle made a good accounting of herself. She reached the first man before he could react and punched him in the gut. As he fell, she extracted a wicked-looking knife from his belt.But, it was clear to Ioke that. She felt her friend bend down and out from arms. He placed his hands on her shoulders and guided her around on the bed until she figured she was in the middle. Connor gently moved her arms so they were above her head. Andee could feel him climbing on the bed and positioning himself between her legs. She felt his hands on her thighs as he began to softly caress her flesh. As if to tease her even more, he avoided any contact with her now wet and inviting pussy. His hands then moved up across her. She tried to experiment by crossing her legs in different directions and saw that the young man would lean in the same direction to get a good angle on her pussy. All of the sudden, the words in the story were forgotten and she concentrated on opening her knees to a good width to allow the handsome boy to have visual access to all of her goodies. She discovered that if she slid forward on the bench her arse cheeks would hang down over the edge and he could see the interesting gap in between..