She smeared the thick saliva onto her clit and her pussy lips; as she moved her fingers it began to look more like a white foam. Soon she was dripping... wet, her fingers buried deep inside of her and moving as if she was taunting someone to come and play with her. As she withdraws her fingers, her pussy juice forms an arc between her fingers and the entrance to her pussy; she takes her hand to her mouth, her fingers covered in her thick and creamy cum. She licks her fingers, she smiles, she loves. When I didn't see her approaching, I glanced to the side. There was nobody there. I turned my head and body a little, and still no one. Finally, I began running backwards and still failed to see anyone attempting pass me. All I saw was one lone person, standing in the distance, with their hands up in the air. I supposed they thought I was some kind of a nut.I finished my run without seeing Britte. I felt a little empty. I began to realize that it really was more fun to have someone by my side.. That was a bit cold, and it left me feeling very wet indeed. From a box under the bed, he retrieved the egg vibrator – a little purple device about the same size and shape as a chicken's egg – turned it on, and slid it inside until only the little pull-cord dangled from my twitching pussy.He turned the egg off almost immediately, put the little remote control in his pocket, and pulled my underwear up himself as soon as I stood up. The morning was over, and we had all sorts of plans. I could. Gloria sighed silently inside as she reluctantly let go of her beau. Then he asked me if I wanted another go, and I wondered if he'd have the energy after what we'd just been through, but he seemed quite confident about it, as though all his girls want seconds. Just to let him know I was happy to go along with this I got both his hands and put them on my tits, so that he could play with my still erect nipples. However, thinking of seconds reminded me, I was starving. I hadn't had anything to.