Mann, are my legs open enough for you to have a good view?" Yes Susan," I replied, as I slowly moved my fingers which had been rubbing her bottom, dow... between her legs and gently stroked the moist clit, I had been admiring. Susan was now moaning with pleasure as my fingers found just the right spot. I then worked two of my fingers well up inside of her. She squirmed and began to moan louder and louder letting out a low scream as my fingers found their way deeper and deeper. Finally she. He started to panic, but the fear in his eyes only made her hornier. Herbig husband, taking her dick in, and there was nothing he could do buttake it all. She could hold him in place with just one hand. Damn, shewas starting to think about making sure Danny was pregnant. She didn'twant this day to end.But that wasn't enough. She wanted to make sure he wouldn't forget this,so he told him, "I think you should masturbate your pussy while you suckme. I bet it's sopping wet right now."Danny didn't. " she commented a few minutes later while walking out the door."NO, don't you dare." I yelled.I didn't see much of Brett after that previous night, as Ruth and my shifts were on opposites. But on the last night before Brett's departure, the three of us ended up at home. Brett had arrived with a small stash of grass that he needed to get rid of before he left. Usually I can take grass or leave it, as it always comes with conflict between feeling real good and the i*****lity of it. But that night. He stank of sweat and urine. His teeth were stained and there were dried drool marks on his cheeks. But his blanket still looked like a warm heaven. I was lost in these thoughts when my wet and shivering wife extended her shaking hand and took the beggars offering. She gulped two big sips of the dark rum and I could see some colour return to her cheeks. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and passed the bottle to me.I imagined all the bacteria-infested saliva of the beggar around the.