Two fingers turned into 3 and I was cumming harder and harder with each thrust of his hand. I could feel his cock rubbing on the entrance to my pussy ...nd I had about all the teasing I could take and pushed myself onto his cock. It slid into my pussy with no effort at all and that's all I needed to have a mind blowing orgasm. My knees gave out on me so he had to put his other arm around my waist to support me until I recovered.He still had his fingers in my ass and I kept wondering what he was. "Here just a minute," I said, I unbuttoned my white jeans and pulled them off, then I removed my top too leaving me wearing just my white bikini briefs."Oh my," gasped Jon."Right start at my feet and work up," I said trying not to giggle, my husband always tells me that big girls like me shouldn't giggle as it will get them in trouble.I lay back and let him work on me; slowly his hands worked their way up my legs, gently massaging the cream into my skin. He had a nice touch for a young guy.. I took a step back to get a better look. Sure enough her entire inner thighs were covered in her juices, some of it completely running down her legs. I just couldn't believe it. All this mental and physical abuse and she was wetter than a swimmer. How the hell was this possible?Actually I really didn't want to know. I knew it would do nothing but make me more disgusted with her if I thought about it any further.Putting the paddle back in it place on the wall, I began helping Mrs. Polk get. As we watched the pre-fight show and drank the conversation several times turned to sex. “How big are your tits?” One guy asked as he moved her arm so he could get a better view of them through her shirt. “34D, why?” She asked firmly. But he just grinned his eyes on her chest. Other question about position and likes were asked. Her answer were short and annoyed. After a bit she pulled me aside telling me she felt uneasy being the only woman there and all the questions. As I tried reassuring her.