The two fingers which plunged into her rear hole were increasing their speed. She felt Karen's teeth grasp a wide hunk of the flesh of one cheek and begin to nibble at it. And the fingers on her c**t were no longer simply washing. She was certain of that now. Something else was happening. It was all so strange. What was Karen trying to do? Maryann's breath was coming faster. She had lain her forehead against her crossed arms and straddled her legs so that Karen had access for this odd business, whatever it was, and she could feel that her mighty breasts were swaying sharply forward and back in time with the fingers flashing into her from behind.
Karen didn't know it, of course, but her washing was having the most curious effect upon Maryann. Really, this was just going to make her come if
