He warned me before he touched me and placed his hand on my thigh before spreading my vagina apart. I could feel his stare has he inspected every inch...of of my vagina. He turned to the tray beside him and picked up a long cotton swab and swabbed down the length of my vagina. This swab was placed in a tube containing a gel like substance. He then turned for a tube of K.Y and squirted some on his gloved fingers. He told me he was about to enter his fingers to feel the walls of my vagina for any. He could have asked me to cluck like a chicken and Colonel Sanders would have come running. Besides, rubbing my vagina and clitoris all over that wonderful erection of his, while we were sitting here chatting, just felt so damn good. I tried to talk but my mouth was completely dry. I figured that was because there’s a delicate balance in a woman’s anatomy. And right now the other end of my body was busy auditioning for the Great Rivers of The World TV series on The Discovery Channel so it was. Greg fought to keep up, ears ringing, arms encircling her as she writhed, twisted against him. She ground herself into him, tearing at his shirt. The buttons fell, plastic chiming against the tiles as she pulled his shirt off of his shoulders, fingernails on his chest now, searing, tearing his skin. Greg regained his footing, searching her body with his hands, pressing his hips into her, finding her breasts, nipples, trying to hold her. She disengaged then, breaking the kiss, her hand rising. Out again, she clamped on the head as it pulled out, afraid it would slip out, make him mad or make it take longer. Her bottom arched backward, drove her pussy on his cock as he patiently stood behind her, buried in her tight pussy while she rocked back and forth on it.Michael loved the way she performed for him, her hips pushed back and forth, pushed his cock in deeper and deeper as she moaned in pain as he filled her pussy. "You got half now, Justine. Such a good girl you are, fucking so.