Meanwhile, my other hand is resting upon your left tit, lightly stroking your erect nipple, which is clearly vivisble through your tight top, which al...o clings to your arse, but just short of the bottom of your bum cheeks. Mmmm. Mmm....with my right hand still massaging your warm, camel-toed pussy, it would trace its fingers over your pussy mound, encouraging it to swallow up more of the deliciously damp leggings...My left hand continues to wander (as it has a habit of doing sometimes!), and is. ..”Luke snapped awake ... sweating, tense, and impossibly hard. He was only seconds from climax, and didn’t hesitate to treat himself to a quick reprise of the previous night’s solitary sexual athletics.Last night he’d carefully shepherded his fantasies, first imagining Wendy (several more times than she’d demanded) while he recalled the enticing artwork of her body, then turning his attention to the incomparable Kathryn and her flawless curves. Only when he was finished with them as. " The neighbors were complaining about the noisse." We'll try to hold it down." Don't hold it down too much," Jodie said. "Put it in where it belongs."Her mother gave her a smile and went back to the party. We went back to watching. But the truth sort of came out. Pretty soon everyone knew that they were being watched by three very curious teenage girls.There were a few people who seemed upset, but after a while that seemed to die down. We were curious, and yet we didn't blab. People who attend. I reckon he figured if he didn't have no chance with Cassie, he didn't want nothin' to do with us. I can't say I felt bad about that.One mornin' in November, Cassie got up in the dark to do some bakin'. I woke up when she lit the lantern and as she was putting on her heavy wool dress, she said, "Why don't ya think o' somethin' extry nice t' do fer Sue Ellen today 'cause it's her birthday. She's turnin' eight." Is she? What day is it?" It's the seventh day of November." Really? Well I'll be.