The sister slipped her fingers from above over my cunt, first she touched my clit, 'ooh' I said, and I found it surprisingthen she stroked my lips wit... her fingers, with her other hand she kept my cunt apart so she could look good.She took her light and looked into my pussy, She said it looked good, she put lubricant on her fingers and put her fingers in me one by oneI stroked my stomach and my breasts with her other hand. She slid her fingers in and out of my cunt, it was wet from the. I tried to pay attention, but I couldn’t get my mind off of seeing Bridget’s pussy twice within a matter of minutes. A little while later, I felt her hand on my shoulder again. I turned my head and she was holding a folded white piece of paper between her fingers, “Here, read this,” she whispered to me. I took the paper, unfolded it and began to read: I was saying, that I think your luck is going to change soon. I want you to know that I didn’t drop my book on accident;. Why? You looking to open a yard business?"My response was cut off when she slammed on the brakes. As I was thrown against the seatbelt, I saw some guy in a brown bomber jacket standing in the driveway, snapping pictures of us."What the fuck?" I popped the door open and slid out, already moving around the front of the vehicle.I heard Gretchen telling me no, but I was already out so I might as well see what this guy was up to."You. What the hell are you doing? Shag your ass out of the driveway,". Not long after settling in, Mrs. Bellman’s word began to ring true…things began to happen. Small stuff, hardly noticeable, still, they were things. Searching for my keys in the morning, for example, I would come across them lying on the floor under the window, or beneath the couch. Those things could happen to anyone, (though probably not as often as they were happening to me) but then, I had been under a lot of stress lately, changing jobs and moving on short notice and such. Oh, and there.