She began to share a writing that was more transparent, more exposed, more lurid, more succulent and lush, as her own attire seemed to mesh in-kind. S...he was orchestrating some grand pageantry for my express enjoyment, and in return made it clear that she wanted the same from me. My own expressions turned from less intimate, less direct, less personal, to targeted, zeroed in, honed for a trajectory that was sure to hit their mark, a direct hit to her heart, to her smoldering soul, a firing of my. She even rubbed herfinger threw her moist slit.“You want some of this, Bobby? I can be your slut,too.”“Yes I do!”I crawled between her legs and started to lick her wetpussy.“Oh, baby, yes eat me. Oh that feels so good. Lickdeep inside of me. Ooooo, that is sooo good. Mmmmm!”I continued to eat her pussy as she thrashed about thebed. I knew I was eating her ‘used’ pussy and itspurred my passion on. I felt nasty and wicked. I knewshe was very close. I had reached down and started fingering her pussy, realizing how wet she was. Once she had sucked me hard, Catherine laid back, spreading her legs.“Eat me, I need your tongue!” I immediately went down to her pussy, using my hands to separate her lips, massaging her clit with my tongue. Damn, she felt like a waterfall, almost gushing her wet pussy juice all over. She came pretty quickly, spasms of toe curling jerks running over body. “I want your dick inside me now!” she panted. I leaned up. I stroked my finger gently through her petals of flesh, and finally settled on the hard bud of her clitoris, which I softly massaged. A big sigh escaped her lips, her body relaxed, enjoyment of my touch and the view of the couple swept her along the first steps on the path to pleasure. My cock responded.As the couple's intensity built likewise Rebecca's body began to move; the muscles of her belly rippled, her mound lifted against my hand. My fingertip swirled a little more firmly over her.