“I don’t know Freddie, what do you think?” and with that Dee put her hands down to her pussy and pulled her lips apart. “Please feel me and se... what you think.”Freddie’s hand reached out and shakily touched Dee’s pussy. His fingers slipped along the length of her pussy, it was moist and his fingers slipped inside.“I think Dee that you might not, let me try it without.”“I will start it on the standard mode, here, how does that feel?” The head of the rabbit now prodding at the mouth of Dee’s. After several minutes of that, he pulled out and told me to climb up onto the table and get into the fetal position again. As I did, he went over to the sink, washed his dick off, and came back saying, "We need to relubricate. Scoot around to where your face is on the edge of the table." I did and he put his dick into my mouth. I knew the drill, so I sucked him deeply with as much saliva as I could muster. With my face on the table, I really couldn't move my head very much, so he had to control. I could not remember how people like Jerrod and the Irishman could stand the assault on that part of their brain without being able to regulate the sensitivity.Even with two fifty pound packs, I made good time moving along the Indian trail up to the old monastery. I followed the satellite map in my brain. One of the few advantages of being able to communicate directly to the damn things. I told myself that it was like talking to a third cousin. I laughed, knowing that was the kind of thinking. My two fingers went back inside her except this time they were slower as I had found my Miss Martin’s G-spot. A unique, small, rough patch of flesh on the inside of her pussy. I had only just started rubbing it when she clenched and my fingers were sucked a bit further inside her. I knew she was close to the edge and my work on her clit just intensified. It was only about 20 seconds of hard clit-work later that she yelled:“I’m cumming!! Oh Yes Tom I’m cumming!!” She screamed it again and.