I slide a fingertip into the band, and close my eyes. I wish it was your fingertip. I wonder how it would feel for your cock to be slipping in, feelin... the soft lace, and throbbing hot against my smooth skin. But it's not time for your cock just yet. Perhaps later...Fingers. Probing, teasing, wriggling down, past the lace band, they push down to the top of my closely-trimmed pussy, softly nudging the cleft where my slit starts.Wet. Already, my juices are spreading, and I feel the sticky nectar. I had never felt anything as good as what we were doing. I'm pretty sure that Karen felt the same, because every time I slid my body up, she helped me with her arms. Every time I slid back down, she helped to keep me pressed down firmly on her, so that we could both feel maximum contact. She was making a lot of noises too. Encouraging noises, and groaning in pleasure whenever I slid along her clit on my downward slide.I was sliding up again when she suddenly lifted herself up even more, and my. Peggy jumped and let out a little yelp, causing him to chuckle again. She started to protest, but was silenced by his mouth fastening over the entire length of her cunt.The intended protest changed to a very satisfied groan, and Peggy continued to stretch and twist her poor nipples, enjoying all the sensations bombarding her body."So fucking good..." she moaned, as she writhed against his mouth.She only had Kathy and Mrs. Bain to compare him with, [See Chapter 14, "The Gathering"] and she. My two teenage c***dren were here as well. I hadn't quite finished and went out to the shop with her to finish up her project. I commented on what a pretty smile she had, but thinking about how much I loved her ass. She blushed a little and said thank you I can see that you mean that. At first I wasn't sure what she meant, then realized I only had on a pair of cotton shorts and she was looking at my semi from thinking about her in my bedroom. She said it was nice to be appreciated her husband.