Our friend Paul notices the look on your face and asks if you’re okay. Making up some excuse you change the subject, but never remove your hand from... my mound. You probe my wet folds and find my clit standing at attention; you brush your fingertips against it over and over again, bringing me to the brink of orgasm before allowing me to climax quietly at the table surrounded by our kilted friends. As I come down from my climax, I see you surreptitiously clean your fingers of my juices. I nearly. I nibble her ear and smear some lube upon her buttocks, spreading it between her cheeks. I raise my hand and spank hard. “You like that?” An answer comes in the form of a moan and I take that as a sign that she wants more. My wicked grin spreading across my face, I know that I'm about to totally own her arse right now. I spank her again, feeling the warmth of the lube and the smack on my hand, knowing she must be feeling something similar. She looks around at me and says everything with just. One finger, wriggles it, pushes it in, pulls it out. Thrusts it hard. Then soft and slow. Then two fingers. Our eyes meet. We watch each other, as if trying to remember everything. I am so thankful he has set up a video camera on a tripod just to my side. I fantasize about holding him tight while we watch this video every anniversary of my collaring.Three fingers inside, and now I groan. Out, and now the little finger too. And he starts to push them all in at once, his big, knobby construction. Jane was dripping i had never seen so much juice, Karl kept pulling out and slapping her ass with his cock and slamming it back in Jane gasped every time, the black on white was unreal it looked so good, Karl held his cock in his hand and he spat on its head and he pushed it back in but it didn't go in her pussy it went up her ass, Jane never takes it in the ass she will go nuts here, nothing, she screamed with pleasure fuck me she said i can feel you so deep in me, go harder i cumming, Karl.