Sometimes that's written into the original agreement; this time not."I'd decided not to pursue civil actions against my wife's lover, since he didn't ...have a lot of money, his family could use it, and I had an adequate nest egg without. Especially for one person instead of two. "Sounds like they may think there's more money coming in." Or the family fears more claims and wants to guard against any risks. Well, I've got my para searching the legal notices and other spots to see if there's any. ." I whimpered. "Ahh yes, the hungry pussy," He chuckled. He slipped a couple fingers into my pussy and my knees buckled slightly. He held me up though and then began slowly pumping the fingers in and out of my slick pussy, churning them inside and curling them up to make sure to hit my g-spot. I was in heaven! Masters fingers knew just where to touch and just how to do it to send me ever higher. I was moaning and twisting, impaled on His wonderful fingers. I reached up to grab my tits and play. We had already decided to get a taxi home as we would both be drinking, so we made our way across the road to the taxi office. “Sorry!” said the young girl radio operator. “There is at least an hour wait.” “Damn!” I said mentally kicking myself for not booking a cab. The girl said that we could wait in the back room by the fire, it being such a cold night. In the room another couple were also waiting. I sat Trish down on the couch next to them and I took the only other seat, a rather battered. “We should pull out the couch.” She said. Bonnie, disappointed that her orgasm was averted last minute like that, scrambled off the couch. The three naked siblings quickly threw off the cushions and pulled the couch out, creating a bed. Bonnie quickly climbed on the bed, and lay down with her legs open, feet flat on the bed. “I can’t believe we’re doing this!” was all she could say. Her chest was heaving, she was gasping for breath, her swollen, pink pussy lips were beckoning. She was dying.