Vicki was so sensitive, so close that every brief touch, overheard moan, and glimpse of fleshy, primal motion nearly set her off completely.  She watched Beth settle herself over George, knowing very well the satisfying breach of his girth.  She gasped, knowing that the lingering wetness of her own sex now helped smooth her husband's cock into her friend, and this thought sent another vivid swirl of lust through her.  Fred knelt behind her, and she arched her ass and pussy up toward his pounding fist, knowing the subtle brush of her sex could aid in his refirming.  She could feel the sweat of his loins on her legs, the rhythmic pumping of his hand, and she knew she had never had a man so eager to fuck her.  Then again, never she had been so eager to fuck a man.<br/><br/>"So do it..." she moaned, feeling the head of his cock rubbing luxuriously along her entrance.  The redhead moaned, her head tilted nearly to her back as she braced herself to feel the full force of every thrust.  His girth filled her, bringing her to the edge of pain and ecstasy, before he began pumping frantically.  She nearly lost her holding, steadying herself with all her strength.  "Oh!  Oh, goddamn... That's it!  Aw fuck, that's it!" she cried out, encouraging her friend to keep up his harried, eager pace.<br/><br/>Her eyes wandered over to her husband, knowing well by the look on his face how much he was enjoying his old friend's pussy.