Steven's eyes were fixed on my privates once again, his fingers working his thick shaft with greater purpose now. My hands were clammy and clasped beh...nd my back so as not to interfere with his view. I swallowed, licked my lips and opened my mouth to speak... “I want you…” I started, suddenly finding it hard to form the words. “I want you to… to touch m-my cunt,” I whispered. I felt slick between my legs, hot and desperate. Steven smiled but shook his head, “No Lucy, I want you to tell me that. I couldn’t button them.I could, however, draw up the zipper most of the way. It held my fly shut. Mostly. I felt so naughty especially with my panties peeking out. I grinned, loving the effect. My wicked pussy growing hotter and hotter as I admired myself.Through the wall, I could hear John really going to town on his cock. He was spanking his monkey like the second coming was about to happen, and he wanted one last cum before Jesus Christ arrived.Did he deserve to get off?Nope!Not after he. Butterflies danced madly in her stomach, her gown her mother’s, her hair in a coiffure of bluebells and light from the delicate things woven into it, her arm wrapped in her fathers, her eyes locked on the one whom she would promise forever to. Saying yes, kissing, the reception, the gifts, the dancing, her Daddy’s tears of joy and wistfulness, that night… oh that night… She was 26 years old. The doctor was their, her husband, her family, soon she would give birth to the wiggling bundle of joy. As soon as I got inside the garage I burst out laughing, feeling the heat of sexual arousal nearly consume me. I leaned against the wall and shoved my hand down my wet shorts and fingered my clit for a few seconds until my breathing became ragged and my nipples grew so stiff that they almost hurt.I quickly went into my kitchen and filled a pitcher with lemonade, grabbing four plastic tumblers. Setting them on a tray, I sauntered out to the end of my property bearing libations. I didn’t need to.