Her hands shook, as she pressed them against her mons, trying to get that maddening pulse to cease. “Are you alright?” he asked, appearing sudden...y. A small screech escaped her mouth. She had been so busy focusing on that feeling that she never heard him approach. Emily Rose whirled around; her face flushed. “Oh my! I didn’t hear you come up!” she stammered, “Yes…yes…of course, I’m fine. I just need help with my corset.” “Are you certain? It appeared to me that your stomach was ailing you,. Your pussy is dripping wet. Fingers are rubbing your G spot. A vibrator is making your clit tingle with pleasure. You’re breathing fast. Your hips move on their own, driven by the sensation. The fingers pull out and rub the outside of your pussy again. Everything is wet. The hand rubs all the way up, and all the way down again. Like before. You start to fantasize again…about Sean being there, too. You imagine one man pleasing you, rubbing your clit and G spot, while the other is playing with. There are only five votes, and my dad has two of them. My Aunt Patricia, she votes with my Dad usually, but Larry's convinced her that this deal will leave us too small to support all the family members who work in the business. He thinks the bank will pull our credit if we down size, and try to stay in the smaller markets only." He might be right. The problem is, you don't really have any other choices. You don't have the financial resources to try to keep us out. Even if we decided to stay. She held the remainder of the tuft over the candle. I wet myself again, drawing Stacey’s ire. ‘Oh, please!’ I begged. ‘I love Jenny so much, can’t you do what you did last night, to me? I know she’d love you, and she’s so wonderful, you’d just adore her. We could all be together.’ Stacey’s expression was answer enough, and a powerful yellow stream gushed to the floor as I persisted in my entreaties. ‘Please, if you love me?’ ‘Love?’ Stacey laughed harshly. ‘Jenny doesn’t love you, Linnea, she’s.