I suddenly felt my husband’s hand slipping up my dress to the sensitive skin at the top of my stockings. I gasped as I felt his fingers slipping be...ween the fabric of my underwear and working their way toward the already went mound beneath. From the angle we were sat, the only person in the room who could see his hand between my legs was “Velveteen Rose” on stage. She was now standing in just her beautiful red silk French knickers and slowly dancing while making eyes at both myself and. Ifeel it should be continued because the storyline/plot is so interestingand well-written. My writing style tends to be more erotic than Erica's,but I'll try to be faithful to her storyline. I don't wish to interfereif Erica is still out there and wants to continue this story herself andI would ask that she post a comment/review here as to her feelings ifshe is still around and sees this. Maybe she just lost her motivation tocontinue this particular story as has happened to me with several of. ' or something like that. I'm guessing he must've meant your sister then."That had everyone, but mostly Carrie and Benny, going on about the beauty of Celia Harwell. I tried to stay out of it entirely, not wanting to give Luther or anyone else more ammunition.The arrival at the Porter ranch house was almost as interesting as the introductions at the field had been. Rose and Lily came running out and the two of them introduced themselves to Carrie, who they hadn't met yet at all, and. She was excruciatingly tight around him, but not so tight that he couldn't keep on fucking, and not so tight that she could draw no pleasure from the feel of his meaty cock buried in her asshole.Becky's hand continued to fondle her twin's creaming cunt, the fingers slipping into the pussyhole, heedless of the magic reaming it had gotten not so long ago from Nick's fist. Becky kissed her sister, slurping tongue across Betsy's face, and then she moved down to eat her sister's nipples, sucking.