"Go ahead ... touch it," Alicia encouraged, seeing a fine sheen of nervous perspiration break out on Grace's pretty face.Grace's tiny hands reached fo...ward, the fingers coming together from each side. Even before she touched it, she could feel the intense heat radiating from the thrusting shaft. She slipped one hand around it, her fingers coming nowhere near to closing against the palm of her circling hand. She felt her pussy pulse out a wad of cunt-honey into her panties as an excited shiver. I returned the favor, pulling his shirt up out of his jeans and scoring his back with my fingernails. He drew in his breath and hissed with pleasure. Then, his hands were on my hips, reaching down for the hem of my dress, pulling it up over my thighs. I began to breathe harder. Now this was getting real. His fingers found their way between my legs and into my panties. He didn’t try and pull them down, just moved them aside, sliding his fingers straight into the warmth and wet, there. I angled. I awoke to the smell of Bacon and eggs and the sound of the door being shut. I knew my mom had made me breakfast before she went to work and so I rushed down stairs, not even bothering to dress since I knew my mom was gone (I sleep nude) and BAM! I caught the side corner of the counter top right in my side. And holy shit it hurt. The wind was knocked out of me as I Went to my hands and knees trying to not hyperventilate. *Before I go any farther I should mention one very important little bit of. We hear her speak in voice-over, a slight Cockney twang to her pleasant voice. Clearly separate parts of an interview stitched together to form an intro. “My name is Elizabeth Stimpson ... I’m 48, and I’m the manager of a popular clothing store here at Gallion’s Reach. I’ve been married for 29 years, I’ve got 3 children, and believe it or not, 2 grandchildren...”And now we’re looking at Elizabeth standing with Charley, they’re in a small office – Elizabeth’s office – because she doesn’t want to.