Then with his right hand he aggressively fingered me. I felt how his fingers roughly explored my pussy. I was hot and excited so his fingers slipped w...etly inside me, this seemed to excite him even more and he enthusiastically pumped his fingers in and out of my wet sex a few times. My breathing was now ragged, I felt abused and tremendously excited. Him using me as a sexual object and the way in which this excited him so much also made me really hot. I felt wanton and desperate to be fucked.. "Tell you what, I'll do your nails for you while you recover." She undid my stockings and removed them before leaving the room. I lay back on the lounge, not caring what she did to me if it meant I could feel this good occasionally. When she returned she was carrying a vanity case from which she took a nail file and emery board, then went to work on my toenails. Satisfied with the shape, she held up a bottle of dark red polish. "Do you like this colour?" She asked, "It's my favourite." I. . Breath deep..." Alena chanted as if murmuring a mantra.The using one hand to massage Alena's breasts, and the other her clitoris, Ellie resumed her massage, bringing Alena to three more powerful climaxes before she whimpered that she'd had enough.There was a sheen of perspiration covering Ellie's nude body as she brought her right hand down between her legs. "I hope you'll forgive me, but I need to relieve my own tensions now," and without bothering to hide what she was doing, Ellie. Well, he's half Danish, anyway, just not blonde and white. For the record, that Danish half was never in Africa either.I sleep on expensive satin sheets; they feel luxurious. Only I'm a squirter when I cum, and Earl blasts out a lot of the creamy white stuff when he shoots off, plus my period never stops us, so the sheets get a lot of laundering, not a very large price to pay for so many orgasms.My sexual attitudes probably began when I was about four. My Mommy had gone out, leaving me with my.