I breathe in sharply, and get a soft whiff of my own pussy juices.His fingers slide up and down between my labia, across my hole, teasing me, then fin...lly slip inside. It feels like two fingers, wriggling inside me, curling up to find my soft spongy special spot, and then scissoring inside, pressing against my vaginal walls to stretch me wider. I feel a dribble of my juices running out and down my inner thigh.In the near distance, I can still hear voices: laughter; someone calling a dog. Anyone. " Um," said Cindy. Her mind was blank."Why do I need them to come here?" she thought. Suddenly Cindy remembered something. When she had been relieving the pilots of the air pressure on their privates, they had not once looked away from her. They had seemed fascinated as she performed the life-saving sucking action they had taught her. "Perhaps these guys will find it just as interesting." I don't want to alarm you," she said. "But there has been a change in the air pressure which is dangerous. Cindy almost always wore a dress, because it made her feel properly feminine.Both girls settled on Sylvia's bed in her room, with a stack of books. Cindy did not smoke, but she always watched Sylvia puff with fascination."The world is divided into chickenshit watchers and brave doers," Sylvia told her, casually blowing smoke in Cindy's face. "You want to be a chickenshit all your life, Cindy?"The dark-haired girl smiled shyly. "I don't mind. Honest, Sylvia. I guess I'm a mouse." Yeah," Sylvia. Was it that hard?” It was almost surreal how that grown and elegant man acted in front of me, the daughter of one of his friends. “Answer me.”“Y-yes… I mean, no.” He was clearly nervous.I rubbed my shoulder, turning around.“Be good and give me a quick massage, would you, Adam?” He didn’t respond, but I smiled when he started doing it. He was very gentle, almost as if was an honour for him to touch me. My pussy started to wet, and when I turned around I realize he was too caught up in the moment.