Back to work.Now, across and down her right leg about half way. When he starts the slicing down the left leg those curses turn into screams for help. ...aking a few moments to enjoy her firm thighs and buttocks. Laughing. 'Want me to pinch this blackhead'? Squeezing it out anyway. More curses. Laughing at her again. 'Damn woman this is fun and I have not even had my cock in you'! 'Would you like for me to help you yell for help'? Yelling as loud as he can, 'Help, help'! 'I'm going to fuck this. The ache was simply too strong to ignore. What’s wrong with me? She thought, even as she plunged her middle finger into her wet heat. In her mind’s eye, despite her efforts to resist it, it was her aunt’s finger that plunged into her, not her own. Christine leaned closer, her lips parting and her tongue snaking out.A second finger joined the first as Lynne surrendered to her desire. She caressed her breasts with her other hand for a moment, the water sloshing as the touch caused her back. From across the room there came a crash that brought me back to my senses, like a frightened deer I closed my knees and thrust my legs back under the table as I looked towards the source of the noise to see one of the waiters staring open mouthed in my direction. Blushing I went to move my chair back around the table, but Brian told me to stay where I was."Anthea," he breathed, "how do you feel?" I don't know," I sighed, "I feel excited and randy and happy, but at the same time I feel nervous. As I opened my brown bag and unwrapped the sandwich I had made last night, I considered my options. I just hoped the police had arrived and evicted them. Our neighborhood should not have to put up with the noise and danger of a commune of hippies.When I drove home that evening, I could not see any lights over there. I don’t think there was electricity anyhow but a few people were sitting on the porch with candles. One of them was practically naked and she couldn’t have been over sixteen or.