At the top of the hill overlooking vast green fields dotted with thatched cottages, we found the ruins of what was once a monks’ abbey. Grass and we...eds had grown through its foundation and vines twined their way around half-standing walls. All at once, I felt a hush and a pause as I surveyed the scene. Something about those ruined abbeys and castles held for me a beautiful mysticism that swept through my whole body. I turned to face my husband. God he looked amazing. His brown hair flowed. She stood silently as Paul’s eyes wandered up and down over her body. He allowed them to rest on the front of her tight fitting jeans. She looked down to see what he was staring at and realised that the crotch had pulled itself deep into the crack of her plump pussy lips and was giving him a perfectly formed and deliciously sexy camel toe to look at. Now Paul was no sexual predator, but this bitch was hot??.and scared??.and available.She spoke. ?What do you want?? she asked nervously.Without. As Steve became accustomed to the sensation his cock sprang back to life and he began to tug at it slowly, obviously wanting to extend his pleasure as long as possible. Whilst still joined they managed to rearrange themselves so the guy was sat, on the bench with Steve straddling his legs. Steve was pulling his cock up and his balls had disappeared so we could both see him sliding to the tip of the shaft then plunging back down, impaling himself, his smooth ass checks spreading around the thick. She pointed her tongue and shoved it straight up my cunt, tasting all my inner juices. I saw that she was fingering her own pussy while she was tongueing mine, so I pulled her hips towards me. She had obviously done this before, since she swing right around in one motion, and rotated her hips so that her cunt was right at my mouth level. I had never tasted another girl's vagina before, but was so hot that I guess I dove right in. Leslie had a shaved pussy, and her lips were soft and tender. No.