He pushed his index finger deep into my throbbing wet and hot pussy.I pulled my panties off and opened my legs as wide as I could. I was ready for a ...cock to fill me and fuck me hard but instead he went down on me and put my clit in his mouth. I was crying in ecstasy as he continued applying pressure with his tongue. He went up and down bobbing his face while still finger-fucking me deep now rubbing against my g spot.I could not hold out any longer as I felt the orgasms explode and tremor. Either you got it or you don't. I was always satisfied, but apparently Marcie wasn't.We knew Langford and Joyce since high school. Foster King, Langford's father, was the "King of Carpets" in our town for as long as I could remember. About ten years ago, he retired to Florida and his only son took over the business. A lot of us used to get together at regular intervals for Bar-B-Q's, picnics, and other gatherings. Marcie and Langford were always friendly with each other, but no more than any of. Mike wasn’t complaining one bit, though. Emma could tell he was trying to push his pelvis harder against her mouth but with his waistline already pressed against the table that was pretty much impossible.One of Emma’s hands grabbed an ass cheek for leverage so she could steady herself as her mouth moved up and down on his shaft. Her other hand toyed with his balls, just ‘cuz.“Mmmmm, Emma, oh...” came the sounds from up topEmma’s lips wrapped around his cock head and sucked as hard as she could.. In her third year she started the student teaching thing, and I did my internship at a local food wholesaler, since I was eventually going to take over the family business.WE managed to find time to meet in hotel rooms and the old standby, my back seat, and we picked up right where we left off. We went on the usual corny dates, picnics in the park, boat rides on the river, and even took a drive up a mountain just to say we fooled around on a mountain top. We did all the usual romantic crap,.