She was hot and wet. Gently, I massaged the little nubbin of flesh that hid just inside her plump folds. She squealed with delight, bathing my fingers...with her warm juices. “You’re ready for me,” I told her huskily.”Oh, yes,” she cried. “Please I, please.”He told himself I would go slow, but the merest touch of her pink virginal flesh against my throbbing man root sent all of my restraint to the four winds and I plunged himself into the tight, wet passage, delighting in the feeling of her. She generally wore short skirts and owned no panties bigger than a tiny thong. Her tits were genuinely massive – you know that Dolly Parton’s tits are 40DD? Well Kari’s were 38DD!!! (I knew, after all I’d wanked into her bras often enough). That’s Dolly Parton size tits on a smaller frame. And Kari ALWAYS wore them on a balcony type bra, like a shelf – so they were really on display and in your face. And for work she always wore a virtually transparent blouse.Sarah was the opposite. She was. Next step was fantasy, of course. Fantasies of lewd acts and burning passion. While Claus played her dripping pussy Annie took off on wild journeys to the Caribbean islands with three magnificent lovers, or she would make herself available at orgies, where men as well as women would service her. This was so exciting that she would stop Claus, in order to make it last. "Wait," she would whisper, "this is so good. I don't want to come yet." At the same time Claus would have dreams of horny. Finally she relented and let me play out my tease. As my tongue circle contracted, she possessed less and further less control. As I got to the point where she could take no further teasing, I sucked her clit deep into my mouth. With my tongue firmly placed there, I thrashed my head back and forth, over and over, driving her into a series of seriously intense orgasms. After a few minutes of this, she leaned up and threw me onto my back, quickly thrusting herself on top of me and kissing her.