He couldn't play anymore, the look said—he needed to fuck and fuck immediately. She grabbed Fernando's hand and moved it down to her slit. Fernando ...ushed a finger inside her tunnel and did something that made her groan with pleasure. "Thaaaat's it, sweetheart. Wiggle your finger. I'm so wet now," she said, slurring her words slightly. She closed her eyes and put the tip of her middle finger on her clit. She stepped back slightly put her hands on her hips and told him, "I think you're going to. Just as things were going real nice, the creature on her shoulder, reached out, and grabbed a little fist-full, of my hair, and began to pull!!!!!!!! I became rapidly aware, of an intense pain, which made my eyes water, as he continued trying to free the hair from my head. I struggled to get a glimpse of my attacker, through my watering eyes. I believe, that I briefly saw him, leaning back, muscles straining, laughing wildly, as he tore at my hair. The pain grew more intense as the attack. When I was sure she could feel my hard-on, I pulled the crotch string to one side and slipped a finger into her slot. She pumped on it slowly, and put her hands on my shoulders when I pushed in another finger. She slid herself up and down, sighing, her pussy juices sluicing my hand. I finally pulled my hands out to unbuckle and unzip my jeans. She rose up on her knees while I shoved them to my knees, waiting for me to pull her panties down.Instead, I pulled the hem of her skirt down to her. "You've heard I'm a wiggler. That's harder on a barstool."She handed Carol a flat box, interestingly patterned. Carol opened it to find an assortment of obviously artisan-made candies. "People call me sweet, but don't know the half of it. Even though my parents kicked me out, they couldn't take the family candymaking secrets out of my head. It's much better with a proper candy kitchen, but I get a lot done in my apartment."If you grow up making candy, you tend to burn out your sweet tooth..