I gently rub my swollen clit with the tip of the vibrator. “Oh fuck yes.” I moaned quietly. I turn to see if my husband had heard, but he was out.... I continue massaging my love button with the tip. I couldn't’t take it anymore, I was going to cum soon, I had to cum soon.I stuck my two fingers inside my pussy once more and pulled them out. I brought my hand to my mouth to taste my self. I slowly lick my sweet juice from my fingers as I play with a nipple. “Enough of this!” I thought, I wanted to. I look over at my lover, staring at me now with eyes wide. Still tears at the edges, but hints of questioning and the first dribbles of fresh fear creeping in. As I separate the swatch of pins and return the rest of the kit to the nightstand, a gust of lavender reaches my nose. There must be a sprig tucked in a pocket. As it passes I realise how strong the scents of sweat and sex have become in the room, the humid air hanging heavy with my own musk but also the sharp scent of fear-sweat from my. Barb lifted her face and pressed her lips to mine. I could taste the liqueur and garlic from lunch upon her moist lips as she fumbled in her haste to enjoy a kiss. When she realized that I wasn't responding she pulled back and stood up on her own, "I think I better go."I knew how she was feeling, it was how I wanted her to feel. Foolish, like a elder woman whom realized she had been acting immature. She as also feeling embarrassed. I had not made one overt advance towards her, in word or action. "Oh yeah, tongue that ass," came the groan from Jon as he relinquished his deepthroat on Simon's thick cock. "fuck me with your tongue. Oh yeah."Dean obliged, and went one step further. He lifted his index finger to his mouth, coating it with saliva, making sure it was entirely lubricated. He pushed against the bud's defences, making them yield to the pressure of his finger. He slid it in as far as his knuckle, them with slightly more effort, the rosebud swallowed his knuckle too. Dean pulled.