The gesture wasn't lost on Amy and a gasp escaped her pleading mouth. Possessively I let the tip of my finger run down her check continuing down her n...ck and chest until it rested against the top of her dress. Driving home Amy's lack of control I hooked my finger down below the delicate fabric and ran it over the top of her breast soliciting another moan from my girlfriend. Suddenly, without warning, I spun Amy around and forced her up against the wall. Maintaining my solid grip on her wrists. She took my hand and placed it on her pussy. I felt a jolt when I touched her pubic hair. She had a thick patch, whereas my lions were smooth as a marble. I started rubbing that mound and loved it. She was moaning and asked me to insert my finger in it. I wanted to see her pussy in details.I said this to her. She came to the edge of the bed and spread her legs in a V shape. I took the table lamp and directed it on her pussy. She spread her pussy lips. It was red in color and shiny with fuids. I. You hesitate for a moment, confused. “He must have locked it behind him by accident,” you think to yourself out loud. You hop up off the couch, walking over to the door excitedly, hoping to find your boyfriend with an armful of snacks and junk food. As you swing the door open, your face flushes red as you realize the man standing at the door is not John, and you’re standing there in your panties. It’s Dan, and he looks as overheated as you, and in distress.“Oh shit, Dan.” you stutter, “I. . but later, after a little pleasant torture first.Her father and brothers were rather instead all for her just cutting my damn throat now, and being done with it. They were 'late already', her father kept reminding everyone, and they needed to get the wagon out on the road now, with as little further delay as possible. Apparently, they had made plans for family business trip at midnight themselves, for a short journey up north a couple of hours to collect a cargo of strong spirits ... and.