Perhaps she knows that wont let her, maybe she knows that deep down I want to have her just as much as she wants me inside her, perhaps even more. May...be she knows that if she tries anything I will stop her and make the torture last even longer!I keep rubbing, her soft lips feel so good it feels as though is I was to rub her for long long enough that I might spurt my warm man juice all over her hot body without even entering her. She has already beaten me to it by the looks of the wet patch. That glorious ass was lifting and pushing back towards the man's fingers. He was stroking it now; lightly circling his fingers across her cheeks. Maggie could imagine how the woman felt. She closed her eyes and imagined the oil trickling over her own ass and between her own thighs. Fuck! How fucking erotic is that?Maggie sunk lower into the water. She rested her breasts on the edge of the pool. Her hands moved lower down, down between her thighs. She pulled the material of her bikini bottom. Tears were streaming down her face. I wanted to rip her pussy. I wanted to make her bleed. I wanted to make her feel the pain of a virgin being deflowered again.The framed picture of her two sons hung on the wall, they looked on as I fucked their mother, my auntie, with a demonic fervour and a force of sexual destruction. Their mother, my auntie, was moaning, trying her most desperate not to cry out loud so as not to wake her two sleeping sons. She started pissing all over my cock prompted by. I lick her ear. Her panties suddenly feel warm and squidgy. Shelly has soiled herself in fear. Shelly is filling her panties with soft, delicate girl-brownie. Shelly stinks reeeal shitty now! Fwooooah! Soiled girly really does it for me! Off come the panties. My cock plunges into the thick sludge filling Shellys nice smooth little bum-crack, making me intimate with her number two. My mind is empty of thought. My hand presses down firmly upon Shellys tortured head. Shelly needs not to breathe..