You dropped to your haunches, right in front of Stephanie’s prone form and open legs, and then you calmly reached forward to run your fingers up and...down her sixteen-year-old pussy, matching mine on the other side of her cleft. Encouraged and recovering confidence, I slipped my forefinger back into Stephanie’s vagina, up to the second knuckle – and you did the same! Your larger, longer grown-up finger sank into my best friend’s cunt alongside my own, and we probed and pressed side-by-side. . Oh what fun – we can fuck. Thank you so much - I'm going to enjoy this". "If you're quick you might just catch Allie - her parents are renting Archer Cottage - across the road - you know - the black-and-white, next to the Church. You can give her the book back - I'm sure she’s missing it already".In the ChurchyardShe searched along the ragged lines of gravestones, desperate to find Allie; only imagining what might be going on inside those luscious shorts now.And there she was, sitting on a. It's getting quieter and quieter. Keep turning it down. Now it's at the lowest level."Reach out and turn the entire system off. Turn it off."God what a relief! I still felt like hammered shit baked in the sun for five days, but at least it was finally quiet.Bob and Natalie eased us down on the floor, but neither Janet nor I had any control over anything. The term "rag dolls" fit us precisely.Bob told us, "Good work, guys, you're doing just fine."Janet was sitting there limp as a wet tissue. Her. He grabbed each of her open knees and slid her hips to the edge of the counter. In spite of her recent exclamation of pain, her anticipation of what was next was obvious as she was literally dripping from her pussy. My husband then lined up the tip of his cock and slowly pushed the first couple of inches into the cop’s pussy. In a very surprising move, she moved her hands from the countertop, just behind her hips, reached up and wrapped both of her hands around my husband’s neck and locked her.