Slowly, I pulled my finger back until it was almost out and then slowly shoved it back inside again. I repeated the movement over a few times and each...time, I felt the pink warm walls of her internal cavity grip my finger. Not yet ready to yield to the sensations I was giving her. I quickened the pace inside her slightly and found a rhythm that pleased her. As I fingered her, she moaned and sighed a very sensual satisfied feeling. I knew she was enjoying it even without her having made a sound. It all started during a normal day. I went to their house to have a movie marathon with Lucy and everything was going great. We were watching movies, kissing, being a little handsy when no one was watching. Normal stuff for people our age.Suddenly, in the middle of our kiss, with Lucy’s hand travelling towards my crotch and my hands on her ass we hear her mother calling for her.“Honey! We are out of eggs. Do you mind going to the store and buy some for us? I really can’t leave the kitchen right. Look okay the first time I saw her, or rather felt her distain. I was out with the lads on Ronnie's stag do, and it was highly probable that one of the guys might have taken a verbal liberty with the young lady that she had mistakenly attributed to me. So, when I'd regained my senses, I kind-a took my punishment with a grin, and laughed it off.Well I have to admit that evening with the quick glance I'd got of her, I'd observed that she was one very tast ... er, desirable looking female. And the. They'll understand you missing a couple of classes. I'm gonna fix you a nice hot breakfast just like I used to do when you was a baby. And then you can tell ol' Clara all about it, 'ya hear?" She did not receive an answer, but when the elderly woman turned from her dishes, Lucy had her face buried in her hands and it was plain to see she was crying.You could always hear David coming long before you saw him; his late-fifties MG had not seen a muffler without holes in more years than anyone could.