He replaced his tongue with his finger. Adding another, then another, he spun them around inside my ring and over my prostate. I was ready to explode.... Using three fingers, he finger fucked me. Hard. He drove them all the way from the tips, just inside my pucker until a portion of his hand disappeared from view, held out of my ass only by his thumb. I was pounding back on his hand to meet his thrusts. As amazing as it felt, I needed his cock. I needed to feel him all the way inside me. Sensing. As a matter of fact,Brittnay and her boyfriend David had invited my wifeand I to their apartment complex for a swim in thepool, and all four of us had hit it off.David was an avid sports nut like myself, and Brittnayand my wife Sharon both were into the scrap-bookingcraze. So despite the age difference, we all becamefast friends.I think that day was the first time I had sexualthoughts about Brittnay. Seeing her in her yellow twopiece suit, I was taken by her breasts. They aren’thuge by. I figured, what the hell, the kid had a rough night, so I poured her a couple of fingers of scotch.I set the glasses on the table in front of the sofa and sat back sipping.Lauren came back down. She was wearing a long white t-shirt. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. She sat down and saw the drink in front of her. Before I had a chance to tell her to sip it, she gulped it down."Aaaaahhhh." Hey. Go easy on that. That is eighteen-year-old Scotch. It isn't for shots, just sipping."She just. Cassie felt theirgaze and spun on her heels."Boo!" she feigned reaching for her knife and they all flinched.Cassie sniggered and went through the door into the clubhouse.Diego poured two shots of tequila and gave one to Cassie. They clinkedglasses and skulled the shots and then he poured two more which theysipped."Hey Miguel; come meet Cassie," Diego called.A tall, tanned, handsome Latino came from out of a back room. He had athin scar running down his left cheek and was muscled and wore.