At first I thought she could take no more, but before long she had convinced me to push in my little finger as well. The sight was beautiful, and the knowledge that I was inside of another woman, right up inside of her and grinding between her hips, was almost enough to bring on mine own climax. While I reached blissfully between my own sweating thighs, I watched my pale flesh slide ever deeper into her stretched, spasming pink folds. Finally, I could not help but tuck my thumb into my palm and work it into her.
At first Mother Curry whimpered at this unasked-for intrusion, but it was with delight that she squirmed against me. I pushed my bunched fingers right into her, deeper, deeper, until she gratefully accepted my entire fist. Reeling, I thrust myself into her snug, lubricious depths,
