Masturbating ourselves in full view of each other, the idea made my pussy gush, andI got into my rhythm, I ran my index finger up and down my little s...lit, the wetness seeping out, making my finger creamy slick with my juices. Then I slipped my finger in a little further and let my finger dip into my hole and slide up to my sensitive little clit. My finger played in small circles over my petite clit while I watched four other girls fingering themselves in the circle. My friend Debbie is a. I also suspected that the sexual relationship had been instigated by those men and not my wife. It was highly unlikely that my wife would have delved into such a sexually explicit relationship on her own accord. She was way too straight to do anything like that. I concluded that those men were directly responsible for the misery of my failing marriage. For that reason alone I despised them. I pondered the options presented to me with irrational thoughts racing through my mind. I contemplated. “Oh yeah? Let’s see what we can do about that…” Megansaid as she started to massage my mound. Without anyhesitation it seemed, Ali started to pinch my nipples,and I felt that familiar pressure build up again.“You really are as tight as you look!” Megan said as sheslid two fingers inside me. Ali leaned away from Steveto start licking and sucking on my nipples, and out ofthe corner of my eye I saw him start to stroke himself.Megan leaned in and we started to. I have to admit I was attracted somewhat to "Rain between legs" and wondered how she had gotten that name. I followed her up to the pile of buffalo skins covering the floor in the loft and she quickly shunned her single piece buckskin dress and showed me she was naked as a jaybird underneath. The curved cheeks of her hindquarters were raised high on top of the buffalo skins and despite my guilty feelings, I accepted her invitation of spreading her cheeks and slowly slipped my long inquisitive.