Years! I couldn't wait to feel his cock inside me, but right now I was going to enjoy his finger sliding up and down from my clit to my entrance and b...ack. I always loved a nice finger-fucking."Mya, you're wet. I mean, really wet!” he said, panting as well."Mm-hm,” it was all I could say.Suddenly he moved his hands away and gently made me turn and made a step back.“Why? I was enjoying the moment,” I said, frowning.“Calm down,” he said, laughing. “I’m not going anywhere, I wanted to look at your. She moaned continuously as we nibbled and licked her crotch unendingly. It was much later, after several orgasms, that Joy whispered, "Are we still going dancing, my loves? You know how much I like showing off my girls and their kitties."Joy was stretched out on her back as Sharon and I snuggled up closely and shared her magical nipples. "Yes," we said in unison as we reluctantly got up and pulled her with us. It was already ten o'clock, so we knew that we had to hurry if we wanted to dance. "Really." My cock was throbbing in full protest of its restricted environment but Cynthia took quick pity on him and unzipped my pants with one hand while unbuttoning them deftly with the other. She knelt between my legs and reached into my fly to take my cock out. "Very nice..." she said, stroking me slowly up and down while her eyes shifted hungrily from my face to my dick. "Daddy did always like 'em big." The wet warmth of her mouth was new to me, her lips softer and less aggressive than the. She really cursed herself by now! One silly fling with a total creep and she was really in the shit!It was on Thursday night that she was wakeful and needed to lull herself to sleep by counting cuts of the cane to her buttocks. After well over a week here she was used to sleeping with her body uncovered, but this second Thursday her mind was in a turmoil - to put it mildly. No way was this Island the headquarters of a gang of smugglers! She would need to tell the boatman when she saw him. That.