After a little longer of this treatment, he squeezed his hand tight together while still massaging the g-spot and working the clit. That orgasm hit ...me like a volcanic eruption!! I screamed and heard Anna scream at about the same time, squeezing each other hands so hard it was unbearable, but we could not let go, the both of us screaming ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’. He kept up the pressure on our hot boxes with a relentless vengeance as we screamed and then started to beg for mercy while our hands. My eyelids droop as a slight thrill courses through my body. As I drift back into the memories, to more sensual times, my finger starts to stroke in and out, and the wet sounds of my arousal echo though the silent, lonely bedroom. The sentinels watch from the closet saying nothing, observing all.As my fingers increase their tempo, memories of that last, fateful morning come flooding back, as if it were only yesterday. A morning that started out promising something new, stimulating invigorating. When finally they end the kiss to catch their breaths, in a lust laden voice he asks, "Isn't there something to eat around here? I'm hungry."Her vagina tingles then. She knows what he wants to eat and she answers breathing in his ear, "I've got some fresh pussy. Would you like to eat my fresh pussy you filthy old man?" Slipping and sliding about she manages to get her knees on either side of his head and present her enflamed sex dotted with pearlescent drops of coital lubricant, hot, dripping,. I was in the last wagon with the two Mormon wives and my new best friend Josie. She played with my cock up on the front seat with the Mormon wives watching with great interest. They were not inclined to such sexual expressions of attachment, but I could tell that the younger one was likely to ask me for permission to indulge in the practice at the first opportunity. I generally let them decide what they wanted for their sexual distractions because I feared treading on their religious beliefs.We.