And then their hands went all over me. They groped me. They felt my breasts, then their hands went down to my legs and thighs, and they had their fun ...ith my body, groping and feeling me. Then I felt Harry’s hands go between my legs. His fingers got to my pussy and I felt, for the first time in my life, a man’s finger go up inside me, and it was a wonderful feeling. I’d always wondered what it would like to be fingered, and it was amazing. Just to have two men’s hands feeling my body and one. The Castlebury Airport wasn't that big, but it was at a convenient location to be used as a hub for different airline connecting flights. I called home a few times to let my wife, Marsha, know that the flight was delayed, but there was no answer. I figured she was out shoveling the walk. She thought it was better to shovel three or four times with light snow, than one time, with a thick cover. I was the one that usually did the shoveling, so I was sort of glad that she would get to enjoy it. He really paid attention and genuinely seemed to care. He was an obvious favorite in the family. Steffan had a different side to him however. He had a dark side. Somewhere in his darkest side, he hated the family. He was consumed with hatred for every living being. He also believed in redemption. Rather than shying from his dark side, he embraced it. He had made it a point to really know himself. Needless to say, I found Steffan unique and edgy. He was the sort of guy I would have ended up. My lips are way too long and my clit is gross."My words jumped out before I had a chance to think and after I said them I regretted how rough my voice has sounded. "God damn it I am tired of hearing that too. Who the fuck told you that anyway?" My words had come out as a snarl.Katelyn recoiled at the tone of my voice and withdrew her hand. She sat for a moment then she got up and came and sat in the chair next to me. When she finally spoke to me it was in a tone so soft I had to strain to hear.