Ethan puts a finger inside my tight wetness and I moan as he teases my g spot. My pussy is creamy with arousal as he fingers me deeper. One finger qui...ckly becomes two before he pushes in a third. My pussy is hugging his fingers but he drills them into me, as he knows how much I love it. I spread my legs wider and rise up onto my hands in doggy rather than face down, ass up and groan. “Finger fuck me Buffy!” Ethan complies instantly. One hand grips my hip while he fills my pussy with his three. Her thank you caused him to flush bright crimson,and finally someone else came up, and he had to depart.'What do I do if someone asks my name?' she thought furiously, sipping thedrink. I could say Toshiro, but if Bledsoe had thought me a faggot beforethis, dressing this well would pretty much prove it.The front door opened, and Hunter Murphy entered, pulling a dolly filledto the top with beer, and a box of assorted harder drinks on top of it. Helooked at the woman at the bar, eyes speculative. How she looks up at me, with her fingers wrapped around my rigid cock, the head between her warm lips, her slippery tongue playfully exploring every part, the lust in her eyes, just for me.I love how she wants to explore every aspect of her sexuality. She surprised me when she stopped licking and reached over for the lube, dripping it along the head of my cock and slowly working it along my shaft. How wonderful that felt, and how I trembled in anticipation wondering what she had in mind.But now. ”Claire stood. “I was going to give Seth some support, but I think I’ll go home instead.”Susan nodded. “Don’t be a stranger,” she told her visitor, “The kids will miss you if you don’t come.”“Thanks,” Claire said, seeming quite touched. She left and Susan went back to her work. Not for long.The next visitor was a young policewoman.“Just clearing up a small point from our enquiries into the case against the gentleman who lives on the top floor,” she began. “You know the evidence against him is.