They took a shower and went to the kitchen where Annie prepared them bread and omelettes.
Emmy and Annie wore light night gowns, with nothing underneath.
Annie was still highly aroused by her witnessing of Emmy and Harold's recent mating frenzy.
So, she involuntarily did her best to please Harold, to entice him to make love to her. She did not miss an opportunity to let him 'spy' on her cleavage.
It was much easier than she imagined.
Harold just could not take his eyes of her huge bosom. He vividly remembered the hot night he had spent with this deliciously voluptuous woman.
There was a definite erotic tension in the air.
Annie was the first to succumb.
She went up to Harold and embraced him from behind; her heavy breasts leaning on his shoulders.
She reached down to feel his erection.
"Shall we go upstairs again?" she asked with a hoarse voice, almost imploringly.
Harold did not need convincing and in no time they were in Annie's bed, eagerly feeling, groping ad kissing all parts of each other's body.
Emmy followed them to the room and watched the two savouring each other.
She apparently knew what was to come as she came up with a large towel and spread it on the bed.
Harold revelled in the abundance of warm femininity that she so readily offered to him.
He sat on his knees beside her on the bed.
Annie rolled onto her back on the towel. Her heavy breasts fell sidewards, and she opened her thighs. With her hand she directed Harold's hand towards her now fully exposed vulva.
When he gently caressed the swollen labia she whispered, "Yes, yes, over there."
He ran his forefinger along the cleavage between the lips, and he felt the heavy woman's body shudder.
At a particular moment Annie took the middle and forefinger of Harold's hand with her hand and pulled them into the slit between the labia. These were sopping wet so there was almost no resistance.
Harold was not sure what she wanted so he let her guide him.
"Deeper," she whispered," deeper." He felt a sense of urgency in her action.
When his fingers had entered her vagina Annie grasped the pulse of his hand and pulled it further in.
She was sighing and gasping.
"Deeper, deeper," she urged with a coarse voice.
Harold was anxious not to hurt her, and he asked, "Am I not hurting you Annie?"
"No, no, please deeper, deeper!"
She almost cried imploringly.
Harold felt the labia giving way whilst she pulled his whole hand into her vagina.
A deep moan escaped her mouth.
He kept his fingers together to make the insertion easier.
When his hand had fully disappeared beyond his pulse into the hot vagina, Annie grasped his arm and pulled and pushed it in a reciprocating movement.
"Like this, fuck me like this," she moaned.
Harold now understood what she wanted. He now made the movement of his arm himself, as if it were a giant penis fucking her, with his fist being the glans.
Annie was shuddering.
She twisted her body from pleasure, and she kept spurring him, "Deeper, deeper...faster, faster, yes!"
Her heavy breasts shook under her jolting.
She kept her eyes closed.
Harold pushed his hand ever deeper into the silky soft and soaking wet vagina and he gradually accelerated the 'fucking' movement.
