There was a short twinge of pain just before she stopped, but she held her hand there, fingers inside me, and after a few clenches of my walls, my pus...sy amazingly adapted to the crude intrusion. The capability for speech left me. Erin twisted her fingers inside me, and heat exploded in my loins when they slid over my slick, stretched walls. My moans became grunts and gasps. “She’s ready,” Bridget stated matter-of-factly, but her cheeks were flushed with lust and her fingers rubbed hard and fast. "I heard some noises and the horses were riled a little. I thought maybe there was some varmint getting into my corn. Instead the varmint got into my pond." He smiled, his white teeth flashing in the moonlight."Funny, Keith, now do you want to get out of here so I can finish my bath and then get dressed and go to bed. I have to work tomorrow." She moved a little closer to the side of the pond that had her clothes.His foot nudged her dirty clothes out of the way, before he bent over and picked. With her fingers spread she fluffed out the hairs to get rid of the excess. Opening her chest of drawers she took a clean pair of white knickers out, crushed them up in her hands then put them on. She replaced her skirt, checked her face and hair in the mirror, picked up the wet knickers between thumb and fore finger and listened intently at the bedroom door. The shower was still running. She could hear Tom singing. She padded into the hall.Once in the kitchen Jane tossed the wet knickers into. “Yes, yes, just explode into her.”“Uh-huh,” I grunted, my hips thrusting harder and harder. My tits bounced beneath my sweater, nipples stimulated by the fabric. Lightning shot down to my pussy. Juices flooded out of my clenching hole. “I'm going to pump so much cum into your slut-wife's cunt!”“Yes!” Evette moaned, bucking back into me. “Oh, honey, she's going to plant a baby in me. Her baby!”“Yes,” he whimpered, fisting his dick so hard. He pressed his wife's panties tight against his face,.