My fingers caresses her nipples and I enjoyed the feel of the raw, springy globes of flesh.By now her roaming hand had found my hard cock and was rubb...ing it through my pants. She opened my belt, pulled down my zipper. She then pulled my pants and underpants half way down my thighs. My erect penis jumped out and stood up straight like an electric pole. She started caressing and rubbing my cock and balls with both her hands. Very soon she had settled to a rhythm and was pulling my hard flesh up. Danny had all of that, packed on a firm, slender, five-foot-seven-inch frame. I learned during the obligatory, ritualistic 'smalltalk' phase of our mating dance he was a freelance writer. With his longlegs, he had been a natural for Cross-Country in high school andcollege. He continued to run after graduation, which, later on, helpedexplain his phenomenal endurance. I have a taste for pretty people andDanny was very pretty, more than any man had business being. Thoseglittering, seductive green. He knelt down and started licking my clit and lips and I knew was over the edge. He licked and sucked until I was in ecstasy. I heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants and felt him put the head of his dick on my lips and I knew he would get me again as soon as he pushed his way in. He slowly worked his dick all the way in and I was squeezing it as hard as I could. Then his phone rang and he told me to be quite. I realized it was his wife as he talked to her, but he didn't stop poking me. Five seconds. Ten seconds. A minute.Ganda is still angry as she spits out a question. Muriel screams back: Hindi! (No!)Ganda spits out another question. Muriel screams back: Hindi! (No!)Ganda is still angry as she spits out: Ganun? (Really?)Muriel screams back: Opo! Talaga! (Yes Ma'am Really!)Dead quiet.And the knife drops.And then Ganda drops, sobbing.From deep in Ganda's belly she growled something I just could not understand and in a split instant the two girls vanished from the room.She.