I hurried over to my bed, lifting my teeshirt over my head as I went.Laying down on the flower print bed spread, I opened my legs and let myself touch... and feel.One hand was on my clit, rubbing quickly across in an almost swiping motion.The other hand was stuffing fingers into my cunt, trying to reach deeper...trying to stretch wider.Two could reach deeper then three...but it just didn't fill me up as much. Whatever I did, I couldn't be completely happy.Frustrated, but reaching my erupting. ” but no sound came forth as I struggled to remain locked in my silence.“Ah, I see. Not ready yet to beg and plead like that little cum slut you can be for me, huh? Well, let’s see if I can change that.”His fingers were suddenly gone which made me whimper worse than the internal struggle to fight back my pleading. His fingers were replaced with the rough leathery feel of the shaft of the crop as He pressed it between my slick lips and hard throbbing clit. Gliding it back and forth several times. I cleared out the middle seat, flipped up the console and told her to come here. At that point I just wanted to hold her and feel that closeness for some reason... Thats not me at all. She had different ideas.She leaned in, kissed me, started working her kisses down to my neck slowly licking and sucking my soft skin. It felt so good, her moist, soft, wet lips then she reached up under my shirt lifting it out of the way, unbuttoning my jeans. She reached in and grabbed my rock hard cock. Without. She stepped out of the pants and then rolled the cotton panties down over her hips and let them drop and stepped out of them. He stepped back and admired the silken hair that covered her sweet crotch and how it too shimmered in the light and he ran his fingers through it. She shuddered as he hit her slit and he outlined it with his fingers, feeling the texture of her soft skin. He rested his finger at the entrance to her hot, wet pussy and she moaned and thrust herself on his finger, burying.