She was letting him, this time she was ready for him, she wanted just as much as he did. Marco moved his hand to julie's stomach before slipping down ...nder her jeans and to her wetness. Rubbing her clit and pressing into her center he could feel her wet aching body tremble, julie broke off to catch a breath and exhale a moan before marco took her mouth in his once more. He pressed his middle finger deep inside julies hot hole. She started quivering from his movements, he was now sucking and. She made three peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, all on cinnamon-apple toast and she sprinkled more cinnamon on each. Two of the sandwiches had Ghiradelli chocolate chips, and one didn’t. After carefully cutting the sandwiches diagonally, Cynthia put two glasses of milk on the table.“William! Lunch!”Opening her copy of Tom Colicchio’s “Think Like A Chef,” she waited for her brother.He came running down the stairs, his feet a swirl of teenage energy. “Did you put more cinnamon on them? It. And the pair trotted off, uninterested in what was about to happen. “Thanks…” Rachel murmured. “For what?” I asked.“Keeping me company,” the blonde girl said, staring up at me. She was nervous, shaking enough to pull on her restraints, spilling out in rapid, jittery sentences. “I wish they would just get it over with,” Rachel said. “I think the waiting makes it worse, all this anticipation. I don’t know what I would do without someone to blabber at.”“I’m scared just watching you,” I said,. Would it be all right if I came in for a few minutes?" I don't understand, Randy. What's the matter? I mean, it's OK with me if you come in, but my daddy's going to be here any minute, and that could spoil things for tomorrow if he finds you're still here." Something in his expression alarmed her. She felt an unexplainable knot of dread. She also felt terribly embarrassed, having just finished masturbating her way to orgasm with his name on her lips. She was afraid he might be able to read her.