At the same time the bunny ears of the vibrator brushed up against her clitoris. It was a fantastic feeling having both the vibrators buzzing away ins...ide herself. It was so erotic and naughty. She sat up on the bed so that she could come down onto her vibrator and started to fantasise that it was Sarah's' husband she was fucking. How would it feel to straddle him and ride his hard cock and even more shockingly she could imagine that it was his finger rather than the vibe that was stuck up her. Or maybe the clever few, hehehe. Now, what to do about my favorite group of deviant women?Kristyn was not pregnant, but she was coming along nicely as a slut, her mom's monthly reports from college informed her of that. Speaking of Sandie, she was pleasing her cousin Michael twice weekly, as was Robyn. The three sisters had worked out a schedule, each seeing him three days apart, that way they could build up their cum and sexual urges to give him their best. But now Debbie was in India, so her. (Readers, maybe I m going slow but slow going has its all maza, in the end you will end up a mast masturbation, imagining shikha..We both set on her bed. She bring her books and all. She started to telling me blah blah.. Meri kuchh samajh me nahi aa raha tha ki wo kya bakwaas kar rahi hai.. I was busy in getting some glimpse of her goddess body. She was so lost in telling that she lied on bed on her tummy and her elbow, which gave me a straight look on her cleavage. Wowwwwww…… man… Accha hua. Not a woman. In my eyes, Cara was still my young daughter, beautiful and desirable.Her eyes opened slowly. She smiled. “Much better than my fantasy,” she said quietly.I kissed her lightly, her lips soft and warm and receptive. Her scent of Shalimar was stronger. Our tongues caressed gently. I still held her pussy. Still ached with arousal. Still marveled at how wet she was ... for me.“Tell me more,” I begged. Listening to her sexual fantasy was such a turn on.In a quiet voice, Cara continued..