“Down boy, this one’s a solo!” I hissed as I began to rub slow deliberate circles around my fat juicy clit. It slid easily from under its hood a... it began to swell to my touch. Pep leaned his head in and sniffed hard. I pushed his head back and continued the assault on my clit with now wet fingers. I can’t lie, I was torn between letting Pep help and being scared he would bite me again, only worse this time. I held Peps Head back and rubbed faster and harder against my clit. I felt it in the. Samantha knew the signs, craved them, and did the only reasonable thing once they showed...she slowed down. She worked her mouth carefully to maintain pleasure but quell Hannah's storming reactions. Eventually she moved away from the target area entirely, and instead kissed and nibbled at her sister's thighs and hips, at her naval, at the soft smooth mound just below it, at any place she could reach from her position on her knees save for the one that really mattered. Hannah's chest was. I moved my arm down and brushed past her ass moving across her pussy in one motion. No reaction. I did this action again in reverse, no reaction. Fuck it I was going to have a look at what was under those panties. I got my finger under the leg elastic of her panties, pulling it away from the skin. In a swift motion I slid my finger to her pussy and pulled the panties to the side exposing the full delight to me. I stopped for a moment to see if she moved at all, nothing! Just a gentle breathing. I joined Lisa in the kitchen – we were planning on visiting the stables – and were picking Helen up on the way. “Does Emma ride?” I asked Lisa – she looked at me very oddly for a moment before realising I meant horses and bursting out laughing “Yes – she used to enter gymkhanas years ago – so did Tasha” “Should we take ‘em down to the stables with us?” I asked “Yeah – why not” said Lisa “That’s if they wanna come” It turned out they were only too keen to come – which did mean something of a.