He glanced down admiring the pearly whiteness of her skin, and the familiar blonde hair and blue eyes that never failed to drive him wild with desire....His hand trailed lovingly up between her smooth legs and then his middle finger began to explore the fleshy slit nestled in the curling strands of her pubic hair. He moved his finger up and down the entire length of the wet furrow, from the pinkly quivering bud of her clitoris, to the soft inviting entrance to her sweet pussy. Deftly he slipped. He was a major hunk and we saw him virtually every week, but for us, Hank wasn’t the kind of man to leave to anyone to do. The three of us need to have that man on our bed, but we didn’t knew a manner Hank could surrender to our desires.Every time we saw him, our urges became bigger than ever and the need of getting that man increased at a large pace. We needed to do something about that or you could end up fired if one of us jumped on him like a wild many getting a prey to feed its family. But. It seemed thateveryone in our social set was making plans to visit Rio forMardi Gras. As the winter waned, there was talk everywhere ofthe riotous fun to be had in that most charming and wicked ofcities at that time of year. The food, the luxury hotels, thewild, uninhibited sex, the bizarre costumes and half-dressedwomen everywhere. It all sounded wonderful, especially whenJasmin told me about some of her adventures during Carnival."It's completely pagan," she sighed. "Just imagine a. And afterward, she quickly fell asleep.Danyelle woke up a little later by the feeling of her foot touching warmth. She had been sleeping more soundly than she could remember ever sleeping. Lying on her side, she stretched her upper leg a little bit and wiggled her toes. The brunette sighed and snuggled into her pillow. Her mind was at ease and fear nonexistent. But when soft pressure was being applied to the soles of her feet, her heart started to beat a little faster, because somehow she knew.