His hand immediately dropped to pull up my short skirt and found my pussy. There was no attempt at foreplay, his fingers scrabbled at my slit until on... found its target and plunged straight into me. I was as ever thankful that my pussy was ready, almost dripping with juices. Right now, I lean against the wall and spread my legs wide to allow trembling fingers full access to my wet sex tube and I tear at his tee-shirt. He tries feebly to resist but his need to finger fuck me allows me to pull it. I couldn't help but to start rolling my nip again, just imagining that it was my clit.That's when the door was slammed shut.Startled and interrupted, I yelped, jerked my legs closed, and sat up. I grabbed the nearest pillow to cover myself."Oh God," I thought, "Someone just caught me masturbating. This is embarrassing." Our eyes met, and a few seconds passed by. "Um, can I help you?" I said, now slightly frustrated with her just standing there.She was a brunette, just like me, and she was. Any second now!"Give me the baby and I won't kill all of you ... today!" he hissed."Why the baby?" I asked him."They taste better! They taste like candy." He licked his fangs, trying to intimidate me."Oh! I can understand that," I said. "I happen to think blondes taste better too. Well ... not better, sweeter."He frowned."You're too young and now you'll never know," I told him. "Redheads, brunettes, blondes taste different..."I turned my head to look at the terminal and leaned towards the. Smelling of peaches, an appropriate scent, as she was a peach herself, soft, yet firm, ripe with the sweetness of my favorite southern fruit. Her hair flowed down her back ending deep in the small of her back. Seeing her naked from behind always left Ryan short of breath as her beauty snatched it away from her. Ryan never tired of looking at Denise.Ryan gaze and thoughts shifted from the fire and its warmth to the big window facing the lake, sun already below the horizon with traces of daylight.