You apply steady pressure to my rock hard nipple twisting it between your fore finger and thumb. You gaze down watching my hand in a blur as I raise m... hips once more as my juices begin gushing from my depths. My scent is driving you mad with desire and you must get your hands on my tits. ‘Theresa, lie with your head upon my thigh.’ You speak gently, but with domination in your voice. ‘You know what I want from you.’ I slide myself around so my legs are facing the door and my head is resting. After what felt like a long time, I pulled away and sat back down, my eyes transfixed on her flushed face. Her lips were still parted, and wet from the kiss. People around us were looking. Some were disgusted, others looked happy for us. "Wow, Joss," Samantha said finally. "That was... something." I continued to stare, my penetrating gaze causing her cheeks to flush a deeper red. "Samantha Fox," I said. "You are so goddamn gorgeous." She smiled and slipped a strand of hair behind her ear before. “It was Anna.”“Anna?” I asked. I hoped it wasn’t the Anna I was thinking of.Faith nodded. “Anna Begley. She was the first person to suggest Dad might have been having an affair.”I let Faith go and turned to pace. Anna Begley was the worst kind of person, at least in my opinion. She enjoyed suggesting the worst things about other people. For me, she was one of the first people I heard verbally suggest I would have raped Lisa Hartwell if Ms. Langston hadn’t nipped my evil thoughts in the bud. She. Her inflaming fingers found and exposed the hard nub of her clit and set about a slow and delicate caress, they slipped down further and dipped into the growing pool, bringing the warm juice back up to ease their labor. The fingers bringing about an almost painful pulsating. Her other hand slipped up her stomach and edged her sheer top higher, pulling it over one of her naked breasts. Her hand slithered between breast and her leg thereupon played with the exposed nipple, rolling it delicately,.