"Please, Elizabeth, you established the rules and you know how much I need them. May we please keep them?" "Let's see if they're interested before we ...decide, dear," Elizabeth equivocated knowing the pain even this uncertainty would cause her husband. "Who knows? They may even have rules of their own." She sent Bernard to the bar and when he returned she deep in conversation with them. A couple of minutes passed before she realized he had returned. "Oh, here he is now. Bernard, I was just. I brushed her clit, stroked her labia, and then plunged into her pussy's depths.“Clint! Clint!” Pam moaned, squirming on me. “Oh, yes, Clint!”“Ooh, drown his face, Pam,” groaned Melody. “Drown that pervs face. He'll love it!”“He will!” gasped Pam. “I'm so close. Clint, Clint, you know what to do. Oh, yes, that!”My tongue stroked around Pam's clit. She ground her bud on me. Her juices spilled over my mouth. I drank them down. I loved the flavor of her cream. They were delicious. That wonderful. The robe parted and I got my first look at the thin strip of cloth covering the ridge of Margret’s pouting pussy. I got such a surprise that I looked away suddenly in case anyone saw me gawking at the shallow crease between Margret’s legs. She smiled when she saw my embarrassment and deftly closed her legs again before it became obvious that she was doing it deliberately.I was becoming increasingly uncomfortable, now and then I would sneak a quick look in Margret’s direction, hoping that she. For the next few minutes, she continued to sit at my face, wriggling around, thus smearing her hot smelly girlshit around my face which was by now completely browned, and my every breath was spiced up with the smell of the really sexy shit of a really hot girl. On the other end of my body, she contiuned to play with my dick which wasn't going limp but remained hard and erect - she used both her hands and her mouth expertedly to play with my dick and my balls. I would have loved to do the same.