Turning to the small, tumbling waterfall, Mi’elle smiled, watching it bounce and flow off the rocks. “There’s a first time for everything,” sh... mused aloud.Grabbing low hanging tree branches on either side of the falls, she bent at the knees, slightly squatting, and thrust out her pelvis, letting the water kiss and lick at her pussy.“Yess,” she moaned, the water lapping at her body. It felt so good and refreshing.Moments later, knowing no one else was around, nor caring if there was, Mi’elle. ." If this bothers you..." I offered."I'm starting to get used to it," Pete smiled crookedly, "but it makes me a little horny."I nodded. "Makes sense. Shit, we just shipped out the last of the unaffiliated pussy, didn't we?" Holly? Yeah. She doesn't..." Actually, she might. She gives head." No shit?" She did me." Everybody thinks..." Yeah," I chuckled. "She's kind of unhappy about that. Where's your sister?"Pete blinked."I'm just trying to assess the level of privacy," I explained."She went. “Now I’m gonna take your panties off and eat your pussy,” Jill whispered. She slithered down Dianne’s body dragging her tits across the soft flesh of her abdomen—a little friction over the crumpled skirt then on to the soft wetness of the upper thighs. Letting her knees slip over the side of the bed Jill’s knees arrived on the floor between Dianne’s open legs. She gripped the waist band of the tiny panties and started pulling them down. “You’re gonna have to help,” she said. Obediently the. It’s been a lovely weekend. Thank you.’ I thanked her and reluctantly took my bag from the car and closed the door after waving goodbye to the car’s rear as it drove off. Once inside I emptied my bag, showered and slipped on my nightdress and dressing gown and went to pour the wine. I sat and thought and such thoughts they were. ‘We share everything.’ You’d have thought that the sex we’d had that weekend would have been enough but my hand went between my legs and stroked through the silk of my.
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