Les reaches up one of her hands and begins to run her fingers through Phoebe’s short mons hairs, pulling at them a little, which sends sparks throug... Phoebe’s body, almost scratching at the area to bring it alive. Les can feel how steamy Phoebe’s cunt is becoming, so wet and sticky. Phoebe arches her back several times, trying to get Les to touch her there. Les is more experienced in pleasing others, much more than how Phoebe has played at the basic games with her victims. She wants Phoebe. ” Then proceeded to pour herself a cup adding a teaspoon of sugar and a splash of cream. Apple didn’t fall far from the tree, I thought. I tried not to be too obvious as I stole glances at her, understanding the phrase ‘legs up to here’ for the first time.“Grab a plate,” I told her. “I forget to get the butter out. Fridge. Top shelf. One or two?”“If they taste as good as they smell, two.”“Two it is. Start in. Be a minute.”It was nice. Comfortable. The events of yesterday were still swimming. I picked up her shoes and then her socks, I took a sniff; it was heaven her perfume mixed with her sweat was intoxicating. I got hard instantly. I reached into my pants and started to stroke my cock. It only took three strokes before I blew my load straight into her sock. Then I started to think what to do with her sock. If I just leave it, she will know I came in it, so I threw it in the bin outside and just hoped she wouldn’t notice. Rebecca woke up the next morning and had a massive. As I mowed, I cast glances at their lovely forms, gleaming with oil, motionless and elegant. Ellen had borrowed an old one-piece of Steph's that I remembered from years before. It was black, shiny, nylon material, with white piping along the bust line and down the seams. It had featured in fantasies of mine before. It fitted her perfectly, framing her perfectly proportioned body and accentuating her soft curves. I imagined what she would feel like, pressed against me while wearing it. I was so.