Ellen instilled her paranoia of penile fungus into her daughter, and taught her the proper way to examine him and clean him. Inadvertently, she gave S...lly the gift of much better sex education than her peers.Ellen learned ways to stimulate her son's little member so it became hard. That made it much easier to be sure it was clean. It was such a luxury to have Sally to do some of the work, and she wanted to make sure the girl did it right. She taught Sally the tricks, too.For as long as she. "No mistake. This is number eight. It's the same M.O. as your guy. Crime scene's identical. Genitals gone, internal organs gone, body naked, no real signs of a struggle, no incisions except at the ... uh ... crotch."Ostand winced. "The Deputy Mayor," he said softly, shaking his head. "The fucking Deputy Mayor is vic number eight. As soon as the press gets hold of this, the whole thing's gonna come out. And what do we have for suspects? Nothing."Tuesday 13 MayHe had sworn to himself he wouldn't. “Phil… it’s Phil.” “Well Phil, you know what would really turn me on?” “No?” “If you sit there and continue with your wank, while I finger myself.” “Really?!” “Yes. I would love that!” “OK…ummm what’s your name?” He asked. “Danielle. Come on before someone comes!” He was slow to respond, so I pulled my dress up to my waist and opened my legs. Phil immediately looked down at my pussy, which was barely hidden by my panties. I looked down and could see my own swollen pussy lips eating the cotton. She didn’twant me to stop.Daring not to breathe, I began to sway with the train a little more.I tried to make it look like as if it was just the movements of the car,but moved with it to push myself against her. My hips bouncedlightly against her rear, deeper against her. I felt pressure withevery thrust. She was pushing back. Among these crowds of people,we were silently fucking.I leaned my head back as I pushed harder against her. Pleasure flowedthrough me as I felt her soft body.