Playfully, I grabbed her iPad and started to read my way down the first page...."Arianna felt her wet pussy, felt them pour into her panties and wet t...em. Without stopping to look, she put her hand inside her panties and began to touch herself following the rhythm of Mauro's blows" Just those few words had me excited and my cock started twitching.We sat there and chatted, more Prosecco flowed and we flirted, talking about her story and how well it was written...and the fact that it turned me. "Not exactly. But for the actual ritual, the tendency is to invite people who practice the religion or who want to practice the religion."Gary nodded, understanding. It interrupted the mood of a scene or event if someone was just standing there, staring at you while you were engaged in doing something."Like I said, I don't own Annette. She's free to join in, if she wants. I can take off and come back later to get her." You don't have to leave," said Ken. "After the actual ritual, we'll relax. Rennie gave her a quick smile and then turned back to Helen, Heidi, and the girls. “All right! Why don’t y’all head back out front and I’ll see you when I’m done.”Helen nodded in agreement and attempted to corral her daughters. “Let’s go girls!”“But we want to stay with Dad!” Lena cried out, looking back and forth between her parents.“Honey, your dad has to go on stage,” Helen tried to explain to her. “It’s not the same as what you were doing yesterday.”“Can’t we stay, Dad?” Katie entreated her. As well as the dresses, mummy had bought me a wig. My own hair had onlygrown about half an inch since mummy had shaved it all off. "Little girlsshould have nice, long hair," said mummy, "but yours is still all shortand stumpy. So you will have to wear this lovely wig all the time."It was a ginger wig. It was very curly, and reached all the way down tomy shoulders. "Oh, mummy!" I said. "Why do I have to have ginger hair?Everyone always makes fun of people with ginger hair!" Yes, darling," mummy.