Two tiny vines, the same ones from before she guessed, searched around her quivering ass cheeks as if looking for something. As soon as the wet tip of... one caressed her puckered asshole, Ava squealed and tried to move only to find herself totally immobilized now. The plant seemed to be learning, because the second vine needed no help finding her now soaked pussy. It was gentle in its probing, never doing anything more than soft caresses on her exterior lips. It actually felt nice, and Ava felt. Her fingers were a blur as she scrubbed her hard-little clit, and thrust wet fingers in and out of her well used hole.“I`m coming bitch!” She suddenly cried. “I`m coming right fucking now!”And come she did. Harriet caught every moan and groan, every gut-wrenching spasm, every fluttering ripple of her cunt as it sucked at her wildly thrusting fingers.And then it was over. Mrs Gordon lay back sated, her eyes closed and her fingers playing lazily over the fat lips of her cunt. . . at least, I thought it was. We alternated for her next few climaxes, with one of us fucking her the other could play with her nipples (me), kiss her (him), and whisper sweet nothings while nibbling her ear (both). This did not hurt her enjoyment. She began to get off pretty regular with each of us as we kept alternating. With her eyes closed she soon lost track, and didn’t care who was in her.By taking turns cooling our cocks off we kept things going for about 40 minutes, alternating on her. I especially loved it when you would send pictures. I was reading you, trying to understand what I had missed out on years earlier. I began to share more about myself, things only my wife knew about, and sometimes things she didn’t know. It was great, and I always looked forward to seeing a notification that you had responded.We half-heartedly joked that maybe we would run into each other sometime while I was traveling. I wanted this to happen so badly, but it never worked out until.