Then, in one slight motion, she was exploring his ballsac with her tongue, paying special care to that piece of skin between his balls and anus. Sudde...nly... "Honey! What are you doing?" "Relax. You'll like this," she assured him. She ran her smooth tongue over his sensitive anal hole. It puckered in retaliation. "I don't know about-" but his voice trailed off into oblivion from the pleasure he was experiencing. Her young, small tongue was working its way through each crevice, tenderly slipping. I humped into the air, my hips rising up into my hand, thrusting faster and faster. I was holding my cock so tight but my hand slid all over it from my wetness. She was almost yelling, moaning my name so loud and I moaned hers. She said it felt so amazing, imagining me inside her, filling her up, pounding her on the couch. I told her I was getting so close, I could feel it rising up in my shaft. She wouldn’t take her eyes off of me and moaned she was about to cum. I sat up and stroked it even. He was really fucking her hard and she was really enjoying it. I was getting really turned on listening. I had my own personal porn performance taking place less than six feet away and soon I was as hard as a rock imagining her. She was quite frank and filthy when it came to sex and Pete was less than discreet. He'd told me all about her shaven pussy and the times he'd fucked her in the arse and I was getting really aroused thinking about her.As things started getting into full swing, I. At midday we stopped for lunch, I pop out for some fish and chips while Beth christened my shower. When I returned she had finished drying herself and had put on my dressing gown. While we eat our lunch out of the paper wrapping I noticed that the top of her gown was gapping a bit and a fair bit of her tits were visible. This was getting better and better. After lunch she re-emerge from the bathroom just wearing my old shirt over her knickers. Now when the shirt gapped at the top, I could see.