"George kneeled in front of me, hands trembling as he stroked my belly and hips, before sliding his hands between my legs, feeling the tight wetness a...ong my slit, then teasing my erect love button with both hands, smiling as I squirmed helplessly for him.He slid two fingers inside me, pumping them in and out slowly and firmly, while his other hand squeezed my clit before starting to rub it. The fingers moved in and out faster as I started squirming more, Dave and Jack teasing a nipple each. It felt strange now, going to lie in a bed without him, but he sat beside her and stroked her face with the backs of his fingers for a long time. “Now you know how it rains on the island,” he said.“Now I know,” she said. She closed her eyes but didn’t go to sleep, so aware of his naked body as he sat beside her on the edge of the bed. She could feel his fingers in her hair. He was talking again. His voice was soft and rhythmic, though she couldn’t discern what he was saying. He was drifting. JutrasOne warm Friday evening in early summer, Louis sat in his father's loungechair with a curly blonde wig, purple dress and matching two inch pumps.His pink toe polish looked good through his suntan pantyhose. The tape of Cinderella he was watching was just at the part where the fairygodmother had appeared to start using her magic. Louis let out a sign andglanced out the window at the twinkling stars. "I wish I had my own fairyGodmother." Without moving a muscle, Louis closed his eyes and. "Recently came into some money, but doesn't seem like the kind to screw it up." Have you sparred with Sensei Turcotte? Seen him spar? Or sparred with Whitestone?" Of course not," replied Kiera. "You know how the studios feel about that."Sifu gave her a sideways look. He knew that she didn't let the studios rule her life. At least, when she could get away with it."I didn't, really," she said. After a pause, she continued. "I didn't even know who he was, at first. Sensei Turcotte, I mean. He was.