My nipples got erect, and I wished I could have someone to bit on them at that moment. “Hmmm… so good,” I moaned as I pushed the dildo in my pus...sy. I started fucking myself slowly, and rubbed my clit to excite me more. I was fantasizing about my husband, and then I started thinking about my son masturbating in his room. I tried to think about something else, but couldn’t avoid the view of his hands around his big hard cock. That day I should have stayed a little more outside my son’s room to. Her pussy was perfect. So inviting. She laid her head back, closed her eyes, and let her fingers explore her pussy. I could see that it was already wet as her fingers were occasionally pushed deep inside her. She spread her lips with her left hand, and played with her clit with a couple of fingers of her right hand. I could see her chest moving with the deep breathes that she was taking, and heard the occasional groan of pleasure. As she did this i undressed in front of her. She opened her eyes. Thumping. Pumping. Kicking. Banging. Kirsten was well tooled up. E’d and spiked and sinking into narcotic euphoria. Already her long hair was damp with sweat, and it splashed against her bare shoulders. Then the squelch of the first few beats of ‘Avenue’, punctuated by ecstatic samples from something quite different. She’d been looking forward to this festival forever. Or at least since she and her friends had booked tickets on the Net. Somewhere beyond the crowds was their tent where they’d. Both of them kissed passionately and Angela ran her hands over every part of my young wife’s thin body. She unclasped Carol’s bra and began sucking on her small nipples until her small areolas were rock hard. Then her hand went up Carol’s mini skirt as she rubbed her pussy. Soon Carol was moaning from the pleasure of her body being used in this manner. After a few minutes of this Angela said “baby, take your skirt off and lay down”. As my wife’s leather skirt dropped to the floor I saw why she.