As I lay there letting Brenda do all the work, I glanced over at Natalie who was stood watching and rubbing her own little chubby pussy through her co...ton panties, and for some reason just naturally beckoned her over.Natalie didn't even hesitate, she moved towards me, and in seconds I had slipped a couple of fingers into her panties and was soon rubbing and fingering her little wet pussy.She moaned softly at my touch and began rubbing her big nipples through her bra as she watched her mother. It can be used for good and for evil with equal ease. It’s a two edged sword. Unlike a real sword, he can not be trained in the use and mastery of this tool. Without training, the power can not be aimed to achieve good ends. Hence, it’s a power that must be contained by an iron will.Only specific circumstances can destroy the will that binds this power, and it’s in those circumstances that it’s the most destructive. Destruction aimed at others will turn and become self-destructive. This he. I hadn't really taken a look when he came in, so now I finally looked over and took stock of him. He was taller then me, probably 6-1, and it was clear from the first glance that he worked out. He didn't bulge through the Thomas Pink shirt in some grotesque fashion like those Creatine-heads who lift every day, but his biceps tugged nicely at the seams and the thin cut showed off his broad shoulders and apparently fat-less stomach. His hair was dark and short-cropped, a little spiky and damp. It was tight and virgin and glistening pink with her desire, opening like a blooming flower for me to taste her drooling nectar. “Get on your knees.” I commanded softly, and she did without protest, her face in her crossed arms, her breath tense with anticipation. I began at her anus, wetting it with expert licks, tasting the unique tang of her tightest hole. She hissed and whined as I sucked her rim, pushing my tongue all the way in and lathering every surface I could reach. But my fingers.