He had spread my legs at least another 6" to 8" and still was not finished. He moved the crank in and out still near my crotch and began to turn again.... This time my legs began to rise. The strain was even more painful as he moved my legs into a 45 degree angle which I felt pull my butt forward and upward exposing my groin even more. Dante removed the crank and handed it to one of the goons then removed his clothing. "Bouche torique" Dante said holding out his hand. One of the goons handed him. Down to her waist and between her thighs. As I was about to begin my deed, I looked into her eyes and saw that they were begging. I teased and toyed with her, tongue exploring and knowing full well where the clit was. I just wanted to see her wriggle and strain in frustration. Her body, twist and contorting, I knew I had broken her, she was at last mine. She wanted me more than I wanted her. The rush was intense.I threw my mouth around her clit and licked and flicked like there was only us two. Being on my back this time, it was a little different, but I knew I was hitting the right spots and changing speeds with my tongue flicking and licking her slightly erect clit. Laura was grinding her pussy in my face as I could hear her moaning and breathing heavily.Linda was an expert as well, she read my body language while trying different techniques and speeds while licking, flicking, and sucking on my clit. She found out quickly that I love having fingers fucking my pussy; she even stuck a. " And JoAnn called." All right." I squeezed open the top of the milk carton.Mom got a dish towel and dried her arms and hands. "Oh, well... Martha Jane's gonna be here the last Sunday in October with her husband, you know, that guy from Connecticut she married. We're gonna have a little barbecue out back on the patio. Your daddy's out there repairin' the barbecue stand. Anyway, you gonna be here that Sunday afternoon? Last weekend in October?" Yeah," I said, pouring a glass of milk. "I guess.".