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A CRACK ON THE BEACH PART 3 -- all about the bum c

Date: 11/3/2014, Categories: Lesbian Sex, Masturbation, Mature, Author: hamba001, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

“Do you want to help me?” Cee asked Shy. Shy nodded and Cee turned her back to my wife for her to unclasp her bra. What I did not want to do was to be hard when it was my turn to undress (I wanted, for some odd reason, to be nonchalant) and I battled trying to think of anything else (Hiroshima, the bank balance) other than what was being played out in front of me. Shy unclipped Cee’s bra and Cee turned back to my wife clasping the unhitched garment to her boobs. Then she discarded it, revealing those breasts, those nipples that I knew where more than her pride and joy. They were the centre of her sexual gratification. “Oh,” said Shy and reached out for her glass of wine, BUT her eyes had not wavered and Cee knew this because I saw that glimmer, that shadow of victory pass over her face. Cee leant forward a little to reach for her own glass and this allowed her breasts to swing pale against her tan lines, the nipples half-erect and wanting attention: a need I’m sure my wife was aware of. “Now it is your turn and I’ll help you if you want?” I remained on the perimeter, thankfully forgotten as Shy moved her hands to untie the thread that held the top of her dress over her chest. “Are you sure?” she asked Cee. “Of course and it feels wonderful and cool. Go for it.” Shy took another gulp of wine and reached up to begin untying the thread. Cee leant back and, consciously I believe, swept her hand across her breasts, drawing attention to them, as Shy revealed her own under her bra. ... “Turn around,” Cee told Shy and her tone of voice sent a quick shiver through me – she was gaining control, she was finding “that” place. My wife presented her back to Cee, and Cee slipped forward on her chair to unhinge the bra; she slipped forward just enough so that her nipples caressed Shy’s bare back. She unclipped the brassiere. “Now turn around,” Cee said softly. Shy turned so that she was facing Cee and was profile to me. Cee reached out and removed my wife’s unclasped bra, allowing my wife’s breasts to drop naturally close to her hands and if there is one aspect I know about my wife’s nipples it is that I know when they are aroused, and from my position, her nipples were well stimulated; they were erect, pert, like fruity pencil stubs, almost painfully so; enlarged and gorged. I saw, in a flash, the similar resemblance to Cee’s nipples, the same ability to almost penetrate, to be teased and pinched. A f****y trait I wondered? Cee was in control and she remained collected as she calmly took in the sight of Shy’s erect teats and the rounded swell of her mature breasts. “You’ve got some sand,” Cee whispered. Shy was almost nipple to nipple with Cee. “I do?” “Huh huh, right there,” Cee whispered and she ran her full hand over the curve of her step-s****r’s left breast and over that stout protrusion so that it bounced back as her hand left it. “There, I got it.” “Oh,” whispered Shy. “Thanks.” Cee turned on her chair. “Your turn hubby,” she said. “Isn’t that so, Shy?” The ...