After a good five minutes, trying to force tears, to prove to herself she was deeply unhappy, she lifted her face to look behind, into the mirrored wa...rdrobe. Her legs and ass contoured nicely under her jeans. She lifted her hips slightly and deliberately dropped her groin onto her hand. “I need a fuck. Even the fucking clock gets more fucks than I do! Will someone please come and fuck me?” Hannah and Adam were more than compatible. They took it in turns to tease and seduce each other into. My eyes found a pleasantly plump woman nearby. She was probably German or Polish, and she had an angular beauty about her. She turned and spoke to a child nearby, and I could sense her robust, no-nonsense nature. I think I felt sorry for her husband.A younger woman attracted my attention. She had an honest mid-western American face. Everything about her read 'mid-western college girl on holiday', except for the fact that she was at least thirty years old. You could see her college attitude in. She has never told me why, but she has refused to let me get one for the farm. As far as the girl was concerned, I felt that Beth would welcome Honey with open arms. Although I wasn't too sure about how she would take the 'whore' part.Beth and I are, for lack of a better word 'swingers'. I do a little fucking around with Beth's knowledge, but it is she, that is the real slut in the family. She has my permission to spread her legs whenever the whim strikes her and she exercises that option. Feasting. As if it was his last meal. I was lost in the pleasure of his lips and his tongue and his fingers and came so easily and wonderfully that it tingled all over my body. This went on forever. He'd bring me right to the edge, that point where your back arches and you know it's coming, and then he'd pause, building me to the highest possible points. More kisses, tasting myself, and then he pulled me to my feet. I really wasn't sure what he was doing and then he said softly, "Turn around.