She didn’t feel this about just any girl- only Mavis. Every time Ginny thought about her firm, petite body she felt a wondrous tingling between her ...egs. She wanted nothing more than to pin Mavis to the bed and have her way with her. They were very good friends growing up, being only a few months apart, in age, and they had often shared a bed. Ginny had taken full advantage of the fact- coping a feel, every now and then, letting her hand accidentally brush against Mavis’s chest or legs. They. Your breasts sat perkily from your chest, like buds. Your nipples loosened as the warmth of the water ran down them. You guide the soap down to your stomach, running circular motions around your belly button. Once satisfied with the amount of suds on your stomach, you move down to between your thighs. You squat a little as to reach deep in between them. Like your chest, not much was really going on down there. A few little hairs stuck out every now and then, but they weren't hard to clean up.. ”She smiled gently and then looked serious. “Doctor Travis had some interesting things to say. She agrees that mother is sick. She told me that the drinking didn’t seem to be a problem so much as the sex and violence. She said those is addictive and always escalate. Mother is getting to a serious place in that progression.“She said that most people like that usually stop only when they are seriously injured or killed or when someone they care about is seriously injured or killed. She told me. I half staggered to the kitchen where Sophie grabbed my arm and started to rub my muscles, asking if I was okay. I was about to turn my head and look at Maisie and Joe, but Sophie had lifted her hands from my arm to touch my face and lean in for a kiss.Sophie Turner had the softest lips I’ve ever tasted and they caused all thoughts of my anger to speed away. Her little pink tongue coiled out and into my mouth as we kissed there in the kitchen. “Alright Maisie, time to get fucked.”My arms.