I slide a finger inside her, fucking her slowly. Musky scent of our sex lingers in the air, as we continue making love with each other. The need for o...ne another starts to grow and we become greedier. She sucks hard, fucking my pussy deeper with her tongue. Two of my fingers deep inside her, I curl them, and she writhes under me. She does the same, fucking me with her own fingers. She knows my body well and knows where I want her to touch me most. It’s me who orgasms first, she just sends me. I notice that the bottle is clear with a sorta liquid in it that says "Use Me". He pours a dab of the liquid between my cheeks, letting it slowly gather around my ass hole. Lube. My mind chimes as I feel him circle it around with his cock. "Please...Oh please stick it in," I beg after minutes of him swirling the lube between ass and pussy. "You must beg for it more," he rasps, his desire almost breaking his control. I turn back so I can look at him, my own desire fiery in my eyes. "Whitey.. She was always nice to me in school. Mrs. Conner, Gayle, seemed really happy happy to see me and she invited me in and made us a quick lite lunch. She was nice but she was ugly. I mean the guys called her Mr. Conner or Lurch. Gayle was tall, six foot, and skinny. And she did her hair like an old time school teacher or sometimes it was just a frizzled mess. Even today she was dressed like a homeless person. We ate and talked and when we were done I picked up her plate and mine and carried them. Cynthia had never imagined that anyone could respond so strongly to sex. From the first moment that Sid had touched Sally, the woman had been moaning and thrashing around in the throes of ecstasy. It had been phenomenal.Frowning, she asked, “Will she be okay?”“Yes,” Sid answered looking down at Sally. Although she always amazed him with how she responded in bed, this time she had been supercharged. He wondered if it was Cynthia’s presence that had done it.“She had an orgasm as soon as you.