I was no finding it harder to concentrate and my mind wandered back to the first time I had fucked my wife’s Grandmother. She too was a “pussy far...er” if there such a term.The noise coming from her pussy was loud but not near as loud as when Marge told me she was going to come.When Marge’s orgasm hit her pussy went into spasms and it was all I could do to fight off dumping my load. This orgasm was twice as hard as her first. The amount of liquid that flowed from her pussy soaked my cock and. It felt nice as she cupped my breasts and played with my nipples. She eventually traveled down my body and ran her fingers over where my pubic hair had once been. Angela shaved me bare this morning. Then she found what I've started calling my treasure but others call a clitoris. It all felt very good, but something was missing.I eventually had to bring her hands back to around my waist, "I'm sorry Angie. It's nice and I really do enjoy it. However, I'm still not reaching that special place. I. As I start to run my hand down your hot toned body, I can feel every ripple of every muscle, your neck&hellip, your chest&hellip, you abdomen&hellip, moving round to your hips and sliding down your thighs. Using soft leather light touches, I slowly slide my finger tips up the inside of your thigh. You can feel my fingers brush over your balls and I draw circles round them and over them, before sliding slowly up your length. I feel stiff, solid, hardness under my finger tips. And as my fingers. ” “Oh no, Sister Felicity, honestly” I lied feverishly. “And the thing is, Leanne,” she continued, totally ignoring my futile protestations, “I know that you don’t have the slightest ounce of shame about those desires that keep your fingers buried inside your panties in your bed at night, under cover of darkness, do you?” She was absolutely right. I had not the slightest feeling of shame about it, but to be confronted with the accusation in this way was still more than a shock to my system. I.