..yes..." My hand is now at the top of your thigh my finger tips playing on your warm leg, feeling the heat. The next step will be into her area. You'...e still captive on the phone. Your occasional notes aren't as neat anymore. Caught between two worlds, your legs open a little. My fingers take advantage, and travel the short distance from leg to pussy. Your pussy is still covered, but my finger-tips play, circling, dancing over her area. From the heat and your awkward wriggles I guess she's hot. It was coming from Kelly's room. Her room was slightly opened so I looked in to see what's going on. Is she sick and in need of medical help? No, she is on her bed with a t-shirt and no pants on, fingering herself. The moaning is from her masturbating! She continues to moan softly, not knowing I was standing there. My dick got hard just at the sight of this young girl pleasuring herself. She grabs her chest with her unused hand and starts fondling it as she works her own magic on her. . barely long enough for me to begin to cry he was rushing past me in the other direction. The front door opened and slammed again and he was gone. I heard the hellish sound of his Mustang's exhaust system growing softer as he drove away.I collapsed on the stairway and just started crying."Is he coming over here?" asked Rick's now shrill voice, from the still active phone. "Oh boy, I really fucked up didn't I?" I hung the phone up wondering why I'd answered it in the first place.I ignored the. ” Just as ‘Slut’ leaves my lips, her sobs become more explosive. She slows her hips out of sheer physical exhaustion so I resume tug-fucking her with her panties. Resume control of the speed, pressure, and tempo of the deliciously miserable friction on her twitching little slit. A tear rolls down the passion-flushed cheek closest to me. Her gasping sobs threaten to turn to real, tear-soaked sobs of desperate, unfulfilled need. “Please. Please let me,” she huffs in a gulp of air between each.