Where’s Case?The church hall was almost empty except for those helping with cleanup. She spotted Jessica near the door to the kitchen.No sign of Val...ria either. Odd.Cindy crossed the room. “Jessica, have you seen Case?”“Cindy, thanks, as always, for all your help today. No, I haven’t. I know he’s been in and out helping get people to their cars and shuttles. He’s probably not far. By the way, have you seen Valeria – not like her to just disappear.”Cindy looked around. “No, I haven’t.” She. Gigi thought for a moment about getting up and running away but stopped when she saw the girl pinch the fabric at her crotch with her free hand, and slice it open with the blade. She closed it up and put it back in her jacket before she grabbed the slit with both hands and tore it open, leaving Gigi directly eye level with her pussy. Gigi had seen a few pussies here and there: changing friends, locker rooms, the one time she drunkenly made her way onto a nude beach, but never up close like. Pamela was one of Cindy’s best friends, not beautiful, slightly masculine-looking, but extremely sexy with a voracious appetite for young men, late teens early twenties, whom she used just for sexual satisfaction. She looked upon herself as an educator. I’d always had the hots for her but stood no chance, and not because she was a friend of Cindy – we led a very liberal lifestyle – but she really only wanted the young ones. She’d sometimes take two or three at a time.A few minutes later we. First across the trim and lightly haired belly for a bit, then I moved up to his built and masculine chest. With the single finger that touched the nipple, I sent that studmuffin into head-thrown-back gasps, and then slid the other hand further up his form, so as to feel the movement of that prominent Adam’s apple when he growled and performed the needed swallow. Peaceman called me baby as I worked him over, grazed hands and fingers over my head and whatever other part he could reach of me.