I began rubbing in a circular motion. I noticed her little butt hole clench and relax every now and then. I then used my middle finger and pushed it i... her hole. "Oooohhhh." She let out an almost inaudible moan. I pulled it out slow then pushed it back in. Each time I did there was less resistance, so after a few times I used both my index and my middle finger. "Oh god!" She moaned out. "Now you getting the hang of it!" Mrs. L seemed to like getting her but washed. So I continued working on it. Mom’s bare foot pried between my knees as my father snapped the paper before burying his face again, a moment later mumbling to himself as Mom’s toes scratched my thigh just above my knee.“Eat up,” Mom said, nodding at my barely touched bowl, pushing her spoon into her mouth and turning it over to suck the yogurt off like she had a week ago. This time, when she pulled the spoon from her mouth she kept it near and her tongue snaked out to lick the already clean metal. Mom smiled innocently at me. She didn't want to die, she had a chance now. She kicked at him, and her legs turned cold.He pinned her down, one hand over her mouth. She couldn't move, but she didn't care any more. The cloth in her mouth tasted bitter, salty, but it also tasted like Eckert smelled. The realization brought her back from her dreams. She quit thrashing and relaxed in his arms. He pulled the rag out of her mouth. "You change your mind?" she asked. "I'm willing, but if you want to pin me down I don't mind."It was. Juniper's actions had been provocative and unmistakably flirtatious. For a girl with whom I'd spent a grand total of perhaps three hours, she was treating me like an old, old friend."Good wine," she said."It's just supermarket stuff," I protested. "I'm not exactly a connoisseur of fine wine." Maybe not, but it's not bad at all."There was a pause while we both savored my supermarket white."Wanna fuck?" Juniper said.Well, she didn't have to ask me twice. The T-shirt she'd just put on was whisked.