That the gown had gotten shifted as high as her navel made no never mind, when she felt the hard hotdog of Johnny's penis prodding the precincts of he...r pussy. No barrier remained save her vow of marital virtue, Rita's mental reservation of their ultimate connection. The thin veil of matrimonial fidelitywas all that stood between her and depravity, debauchery, and the deflowering of her c***d by planting his stalk in her garden of Eden, indeed, paradise for both!Now that thing of flesh and. Kat told me the rule for the night now was no work talk, to which I agreed and we started small talk again. All of a sudden Kat brought up the couple in the next room to her's again and out of the blue asked me if I was turned on by listening to them. I couldn't lie and said yes, asking her the same question, to which she answered yes also. She then started to ask me about my sex life, what my preferences were, positions I liked, type of woman I went for. We were at the point of not drunk but. Your whole expression suddenly changes as a devilish twinkle appears in your eye. "I was reading in Cosmo that guys think it’s hot to see girls masturbate." You begin to rub your inner thighs all the way up to the cut-off jean shorts that struggle to fully cover your crotch. "Is that true?" you ask, now playing with the frayed crotch of your shorts. I spied your electric blue thong and you quickly caught me peeking.Covering yourself up, you tell me to answer the question."No,” I answer,. I loved the feeling of Lucy’s gorgeous tits pressing hard against mine and the sensation of her fingers deep inside my wet vagina. “Do you like Yvonne licking your cunt?” I whispered softly. “I’m loving it,” she gasped, “It’s so different.” Then Yvonne said dreamily, “She’s so fucking wet Candy, my fingers are just slipping in and out, taste this.” She offered me her glistening wet fingers and I savoured every drop of Lucy’s sweet nectar as I sucked them dry. There was no choreography but.