They sat down on the couch again without letting go of each other. They began caressing one

another. Peg combed her fingers through Bill's pubic hair. When she touched the base of his prick she felt her heart leap, but she forced herself to take her time rather than Id herself go. In her most seductive manner, she climbed that twitching pole with gently tickling fingers. On the way to the head, she moved the loose skin around and stroked the rod playfully. She squeezed the bloated head, then relaxed her grip.

Back down the shaft to his balls her hand traveled. She loved how his balls felt in her palm, and she handled them like the precious jewels that they were. Her fingertips crept under the sac and tickled the bald spot near his asshole. Bill moved his hips so his asshole was even closer to her fingertips and Peg made a mental note that Bill liked his ass played with.

Bill had pulled one of Peg's thighs over one of his, and was moving his fingers down the incredibly smooth cheeks of her ass to her crotch. He could hear her moaning ever so softly as they kissed, and he moved his fingers with skill. Passing her asshole with a light stroke, he probed at the rear corner of her pussy.

The first thing he noticed was the slippery oils oozing from the slot. She was ready, he knew, but he would take his time so she would be about to explode when his cream flowed. He entered her

twat with care, staying away from the supersensitive clit and tunnel. He let his fingers roam around the entrance of her cunt and he traced the inner lips.

Peg began moving her hips slowly as soon as site felt his fingers in her cunt. She had the feeling of rapture rising through her already, and knew that there was a lot more pleasure on its way. Her thighs separated farther to give him room to do a good job of taking care of her crotch.