The sudden magnetic touch of her tender and delicate hand on the seat of my sensations, the twining of the white, soft fingers about my shaft of love,... my arrow of desire, together with the sweet, melting softness of her clinging lips, together with the soft compression of her thinly-clad body, strained tightly against my own, all conspired to send the blood leaping through my veins like molten fire, and in an access of passion I drew her roughly to me and plunged my finger, which was at the. “Shit,” I exclaimed.“Pardon?” Mandy said in a reprimanding way.“I was sure I put one in there,” I said.“Maybe in Mum’s room,” she said. I was quite impressed that she hadn’t taken this as an excuse to call the whole thing off.“Isn’t she on the pill?” I said, regretting it immediately.“Used to be,” Mandy said unsuspectingly. Used to be? And I had been filling her with my spunk? Maybe there was a lot about Mrs Hubert that I didn’t know.Mandy leapt off the bed and went on her mission, returning. He was working my wife into a pure state of ectsasy ready for the inevitable fucking that was going to follow. After a few more strokes he let his long middle finger enter her cunt. She writhed and let out a small groan. He was still gentle though, he was not an a****l. He wanted to pleasure my wife and enjoyed doing it. His other hand came round and he let his thumb rub over her clit, every so often gripping it between his thumb and forefinger and squeezing. Oh my god she was in heaven.This. ” “Fuck me, damnit. Quit yapping and fuck me!” she told him. His cock became a blur, driving in and out of her sopping pussy like a pile driver. They were rutting like wild animals, nothing was going to stop them, not even a Park Ranger. Fuck him or her, they could get their own. Then she felt it coming on like a freight train. Her second orgasm was going to be strong. Tingles, spasms, and contractions began in her pussy and suddenly she was just going along for the ride. Her muscles clamped.