She lifted her bottom to that probing tongue. Sherry reached and smoothed her hand over Vanessa’s tummy, petting the hairs on her cunt, letting Duke lick between her fingers, petting Duke’s head in encouragement…”Oh…oh,” Vanessa said as Sherry’s cool hand was stroking her. I was hot and wet, opened my legs, lifted my dress to my waist, squeezed Sherry’s other hand and with my free hand started stroking myself. My head was back, my eyes were closed. We were giving Sherry a double…triple…dose of sexuality. After a brief time I peeked over at the two orgasm of them. Sherry had released fetish my hand and was also busy with herself. I grabbed her hand, stopping the movement under her dress. Our eyes met and we smiled. I said: “It’s okay.” Vanessa was having a serious orgasm but was now cooling and looking at her girlfriend Sherry, asking her in silence…’was it wrong? If it was it was wrong and really good.’ I was still fingering myself and lifted Sherry’s dress. She was naked! I smoothed her tummy and her pretty blond cunt hairs. She looked at me, saying: “That feels good.” I giggled and said: “It’s only the three of us and I know what feels really good.” Sherry laid back, closed her eyes and let me stroke and stroke. She was wet and I slipped my fingers into her slit. “You’re a very wet girl.” She opened her legs to my touch, japan flexed. Duke was sitting next to us and I looked japanese at him. He came to me but I pushed him to Sherry and he began licking her thigh, nosing her leg. Sherry sat upright at the first lick. “It’s just us,” I said and she looked at me, “Lie back,” I said, “it’s not nice to tease dumb animals.” She laughed and shook her head……….and……….laid back opening her legs. Duke went to work on her cunt. She was mumbling about his tongue and “I shouldn’t be…Oh!…doing this. God, his cold nose. It’s all so good.” Duke’s cock was hanging out and dripping…”Scoot down more,” I said and she did, her cunt at the edge of the couch and Duke frantic, dancing on his hind leg. “He’s…so…good…I’m close again,” she said. Her body had taken control of her…She had lost all resistance. Her body was in complete control. Her mind was in pre-climax mode…desperately aching for the climax of sexual release and she was at the precipice of deep orgasm wanting to fall into that dreamlike state. She was in the grip of desire; didn‘t asian care anymore about wrong or right. It occurred to him that what bothered him, was that it had been done against fetish his will. This story will continue with chapter 3.. “Roll an ‘r.’” I wish I could feel your cum in me…YES…FUCK ME!” Paul says, “Can I cum in your ass Goddess?” She responds, orgasm “FUCK…Is my ass my pussy?” “No Goddess” “Then fuck my ass and fill my ass” His hips immediately rock back and forward as he lurches against her. She nodded in agreement. She still had the ecstatic orgasmic smile on her face seen just before asian the crash. No woman could want to deal with those massive weights. Her nipples are standing half and inch tall in the middle of wide dark areolas of japan her sagging breasts which heave with every deep breath she takes. “You love my cum. It was a very nice suite looking like they spared no expense when choosing it . There was a king size bed, japanese and along with a bar. Her jaw was aching when he told her to stop and stand up.