Mark was having a hard time keeping his eyes on the road. He knew that he had to get them home soon, or they might crash. He watched as Shane circled ...er clit with her fingers, and ran the moisture over her lips. She was so wet. He couldn't wait to feel that wetness and her tight canal suck his fingers in. "Can you still cum for me Shane?" He pleaded. She didn't need anymore of a request. She dove two fingers straight into that honey hole. Drew them out quickly, and dove back in. Her eyes. My eyes saw a light sheen of wetness over three fingers, two rubbing up and down over her clit, the third pressed down on top of the first two, and a wet glint over her exposed, aroused and puffed lips. Her pink nightgown, one that dad bought her a couple months before he filed for divorce to be with some rich woman in Edmonton, was pulled or rode all the way up almost to her belly button. Her pubic hair, from what I could see to the sides of her hand, was light brown, neatly trimmed to the. Her nipples tightened and became hard under my grip, her areoles dimpling. I wanted her body so badly. I dragged at her t-shirt and she raised her arms to let me pull it over her head. I stepped back for a moment, holding her t-shirt, gazing at her tits swinging too and fro as she quickly unclipped her bra and let it fall from her arms onto the floor. She smiled at me, enjoying her bareness. She had clear sharp tan-lines round the curve of her tits, showing that she normally wore a small bikini. ’ The hackles on the back of my neck rose as she talked. ‘She said she tried to escape once before but she was caught and taken back. He knows we are friends and he might come here looking for her.’ I was about to tell Jill to come to my house but instead I told my sister to take Christy to a road side rest stop near to my house. I wanted to make sure Christy wasn’t being followed. I quickly dressed and hopped into my pickup and sped down the driveway, pausing only long enough to allow the.