Donald moved forward and slipped his finger onto her arse crack through her black knickers saying “You are one teasing bitch”.Donald was the compa...y’s main driver, he’d been driving for 30 years for them, and he was 48 years old, married, 6’1”, black hair and a bit of a lad. As he ran his finger up and down Donna’s arse crack she looked behind her and lifted her head up, but never said anything. Donald moved his fingers under her and rubbed her throbbing clitoris as she slightly parted her. Fuck. That sensation went all the way to my clit.Seriously exquisite for me and, I realised, Alice too. For, when we broke our kiss, my eyes were drawn by the movement of her hand between her legs. Mesmerised maybe, high perhaps, but to this day I can’t explain why it never occurred to me to look away.Alice’s fist, curled except for her straight index finger, pressed into her pubes. The sticky outer lips of her pussy unglued as her legs spread. Her dewy inner folds were totally exposed, except. My mother.Leaning over to lift me up, so she could tend to a skinned knee. Her face a study in concentration, as she wiped away the blood and my tears.My mother ... again.I was older, but still of indeterminate age. Her face flashed into my mind. She was dressed for an outing, waiting at the front door for my father to pick her up and take her out. There was a tendril of memory, floating at the back of my mind, of a babysitter and my unhappiness at having this particular sitter stay with me.The. ..especially about her sex life," I said. With that I put my hand on Earl lap, I grabbed his dick through his pants and could feel his member growing. I could tell he had a nice size cock...I reached down and pulled Earl's hand from my cunt and whispered in his ear "Let's not get too excited here Earl ....you'll get desert soon enough.....I hope you favorite flavor in vanilla," I asked... Earl brought his hand from under my dress, but proceeds to grab my breast. "Vanilla is my favorite.