She gasped and panted as the fire within her quickly consumed her. Her hips twisting and turning, bucking upwards and then humping back, she tried to ...direct My fingers in their movements. But I had My own ideas of what they should be doing and that frustrated kitty and drove her even more desperate to feel My touch. I knew where she wanted Me to go with her, but I wasn't ready for her to feel that just yet. I wanted to throw more fuel on her fire first. Without really knowing what the effect. Are you getting hard now? Lower I reach this time palm up, slowly moving down until I feel the crinkles of the skin wrapped around your two orbs. Holding them in my hand, I gently squeeze as I rub them round and round, my thumb against the base of your shaft. As I read your words, my hand drags along my arm, tracing my clavicle as you tell me what you are doing in your mind. My fingers trace down between my breasts, do we go left or right? I wait for your words to tell me. Being a southpaw, you. “John,” he replied. I said: “John, sit down on he other side of my wife.” (We were not married, of course.) Moni tried to edge toward me. I took John’s nearest hand and placed it on her thigh and told him we were both going to feel my wife’s pussy. He followed my lead and each put a finger into her now sopping wet pussy. “Kiss John,” I commanded, and she did, whimpering “no” and trying to keep from being aroused. I said to her loud enough for the men in the bar to hear: “Honey, unzip his pants. "What's so funny," he asked.Alima went off into another fit of giggles, and eventually managed to say, "I was just imagining us trying to do that when I am seven months pregnant and you can't even get into me because my belly is too big."The image this conjured up set him off laughing too. He pointed across to another mural and said, "That would be even harder."Following the image on the wall she lay on her back on the edge of the bed and put her ankles in the air beside his head as he stood.