She started moaning softly as I began rubbing her through the cloth. I know that irritates her after a while so i slipped my hand in at the top of her...panties, ran it though her hairy bush (I like it, hope you don't mind), and plunged my rather warm fingers into her already wet pussy lips. Her mouth dropped open and she sighed heavily. I kept slowly running my fingers from her pussy to her clit along her left lip, circling her clit, slowly running my fingers back down her right lip, and sliding. Donna told Brenda to have a shower and come on to ours at 11am the following Wednesday.Wednesday was a normal day, I had a shower and dressed as normal. 11:10 Brenda knocked on the door, she was wearing a blue top and jeans, she'd taken time to do her hair and had applied some make-up. But to me she looked like a bloke, no nice features at all, she had a massive pair ot tits but she had piecings and tattoos all over her body.I took her upstairs and told her to place her hands on top of a set of. She smiled, she knew what was coming. "What's the matter?" Iasked her. "Am I not enough for you?" Maybe I just need some reminding," she teased me.I lifted her shirt over her head. She moved her arms out of the way, asan automatic reaction. She wasn't wearing a bra, and while her cutelittle breasts barely stuck out at all, her nipples were poking straightforward half an inch. I could see she was horny as well. I was actuallyshorter than her, so I barely had to reach down to put her breast. You know, scoot around on my pillow to get more comfortable, feeling my tee ride up another inch or two, the panties pull a little tighter. I surprised myself to realize that I was getting more than a little turned on. Finally I shivered and tugged everything back down, then barked back without turning my head, "Give me the afghan, I'm getting chilly." I knew he'd refuse. "Come on, you got the whole sofa, give me the damn afghan." Of course he said no. I got up and stomped over there to get it..