He held her tit in one hand, using his other to flick his hard fingernail across the rubbery tip, her body jerking as his finger thudded against the f...esh. He smiled, the young girl not saying a word in spite of not being gagged. She had learned her lesson.Her naked breasts were mauled and m*****ed, not stroked and caressed, as a lover would do. Her nipples were taunted and abused until they stood out hard, not in arousal, but from the harshness, feeling the fingers abusing them until they. Ug are living, and Mrs. Ug starts carrying on the way women do. If I was the saber-tooth, the VERY first thing I would do would be to put a stop to that horrible noise. Mrs. Ug wouldn't survive being quieted by a saber-tooth, which would piss off her genes. In other words, Donna's crying had no beneficial effect at all. All it did was waste time, annoy people, and let us know that she was feeling sorry for herself; none of which enhance problem solving or survival of her genes. On the other. As Julie and Adrian would be sharing one bedroom for the summer, and Sheila and I another, it made sense to pool our resources so we could travel light.Julie, Vee and Sian had decided that we might as well take all our stuff from the Cardiff flat, as we needed to leave it empty for the summer. As the twins' father owned their place, they could of course store whatever they liked in it while they were away. We had therefore brought our glad-rags over for storage, as well as Sian's. After all, I. Of course, when the assistant went to stand up, her face was right at the level of Cristine’s groin, and she was looking directly at her exposed pussy through the gap in her panties. Cristine could see the assistant looking at her pussy, blinking, and looking again. The thought of someone else having such a ‘close and personal’ view made her quiver inside; then the assistant stood up, her face red as she put the dress back on the rack.She tried on the larger dress, while it wasn’t as tight.