Say it."You shudder and your blush deepens. "It... It's my pussy."I grasp your nipple tightly, squeezing. "It's wet. Tell me it's wet." My pussy is we...." I roll your nipple softly and you moan. "Ohhh..." Good girl." I kiss you firmly again and slide my fingers back and forth over you. "My good girl..." I can hear you breathing unevenly, trembling, and trying not to move. "Move back and forth against my fingers." I hold my fingers still and watch as you tilt your hips and move your ass back and. It might end up hanging above our mantlepiece!"I smiled. "And, of course, you're adding your own personal twist to the classical pose with the inclusion of a little... er... rear smearing... I assume you still want me to emphasize that in the piece?" Oh yes... absolutely," Stephen grinned over at me, now pumping his arse against Adam's hips to make loud cracking sounds."But the overall theme of the piece is one of intense pride," Adam reminded me. "I mount my husband the way that men have. I slowly opened my eyes and watched as he began moving his body on top of mine. He grabbed my tits, pushing them together, and kissed them. His tongue lingered over my nipples. First one side and then the other. The sensation of the cold air against the wetness was electrifying. He kissed between them and made his way toward my neck. His head lingered there as he positioned his hips onto mine. I could feel his cock against my thighs as he took ahold of it and pressed it into my tingling pussy. . She pressed herself even more closely to him, and now he could feel the head of his cock hard against her pussy. He wrapped his right arm around her to prevent her moving back and away from him. She didn’t resist. His left arm he lowered until his hand was holding his cock firmly against her. Again she offered no resistance. Another flash of lightning, followed by more rumbling thunder, this time sooner than the last. The storm was coming closer. Chrissie trembled against him.