I think I mentioned I love her pussy.Looking down between us I could see the folds of skin covering her bud, just begging for attention, and I really ...ouldn’t help myself.I spread some lube on her pussy lips, took the toy and slid it inside her. Kissing her chin and throat I whispered “touch yourself”, and was rewarded with the sight of her hand, tracing over her tiny, pert, perfect breasts, across her tummy, to begin rubbing herself.For a few minutes I alternated between kissing her, looking. "I hope you like red, its good. Here try this."Handing me a glass or red wine I sipped it then said."This is good, and yes I love red wine."Once again we fell into easy conversation as we sipped our wine and nibbled on the cheese and crackers she's set out. At one point we both found a particular story she's told so funny we collapsed in one another's arms laughing hysterically. As my own laughter died down I gave her a quick hug then pulled back. Jolie looked into my eyes at that moment and. ”Mary’s chuckle was sarcastic as she said, “That’s a fine how-do-you-do.”But Tillie offered, “No, I’ve thought about that myself. I didn’t let Charlie do it to me but maybe he at least had the experience of fucking some woman that way.”Sandra said, “I’ve thought about it too and have felt so guilty. I hope he got to know somebody like that.” Pausing she added, “Maybe the four of us can be somebody for some of those boys.”“It’s different in my case,” Mary said. “But if he wanted to get laid I. “No not on the seat you’ll make a mess.” My clothes were drenched right through. “You will have to sit on the floor.” The widows were blacked out and there was a dark screen between the chauffeur and us. From where I was sat I could see right up between her thighs as her coat was open and her short black dress had a split up the front. “Take off your clothes, all of them.” Again her eyes bore into me making me feel that it was impossible to refuse so I.