I didn't have much time to think, she took hold of my hand and guided it onto her soaking wet leggings, she let out a little moan and then said, u mad...e me this wet, I smiled back but didn't say anything, I couldn't, I was abit embarrassed, she could see that and took charge.She said to me, as u made me this wet how about cleaning it up? I didn't waste any time and got to my knees, she was sitting in the middle of the wicker sofa, she opened up her legs wide and put her feet up on the sofa, I. She started to blush and I could clearly see her enjoying my act in the mirror.Now I started to feel the tip of her blouse and I could just feel her soft boobs brushing my fingers.. She still dint react and I understood that she doesn’t mind me feeling her.So I slowly leaned on her, feeling her whole back on my chest and my face was on her right shoulder very close to her. I wanted to kiss her and was just a little scared to do it.And my mind always works great when I’m with a horny woman, I. He easily had an inch and a half on the others – save one. Brian’s was a match in length, and looked even thicker.All seven men sat down on the beds – most slowly stroking their cocks. Carrie breathed heavily, on the verge of running toward the door, but with her pussy aching.“All yours, if you want,” Brian said, and wiggled the impressive erection in his hand at her.Even she wasn’t sure what she was going to do when she took the first step forward. When she reached the space between the two. Her husband was a good lover “or at least she thought so” but she wished he would fuck her more. He also lacked experience not having had sex more than a couple of times prior to their marriage. Probing a little more, I found that she had been seduced in the University by her roommate, and though it was brief she did enjoy having her pussy licked by her girlfriend and considered herself to be bi-curious at the least. Her deep, Muslim roots prevented her from fulfilling her desires so she had.