Slowly my hand drifted downwards and gave a first tentative pressure around the top of her cunt, and then up and down on each side. I still held off ...rom letting my fingers stroke her actual genitalia, from either touching her labia or even slipping down the furrow between them. But it was inevitable, it was bound to happen – this moment had been coming, I realised now, from the moment that she had stripped naked and led me into the shower area ... no, I thought with a quick flash of. Everything he saw around him; the shelves, the boxes, the office in the back, the large round florescent lights shining above; all in perfect detail. This was as real as it could possibly get.And if that wasn't enough...He looked at his hands. The fall caused a strong tingling sensation in his hands. Almost as though each of his fingers had suddenly gone numb at the same time. He wanted to see fingers. Thin, fleshy fingers, pale and covered in sticky sweat-filled dust. Hands that he could fit. Her hand was also busy on my other thigh.I abandoned Heather and turned to Isobel. If Heather's kiss had been hot, Isobel's was searing. Fourteen or not, there was something about her that pressed all my buttons. The kiss ended with both of us seriously overheated and gasping for air."I thought you two were going to swallow each other," Heather said a trifle petulantly."I can think of something else to swallow," I replied.They giggled. Their hands were now almost at my crotch and they knew fine. "Uh oh, this was getting ugly, especially because Mom wasn't going to stand up to Dad on an issue she didn't understand.Prof said, "If I understand Julia correctly, she's refusing our asking questions because the more we know the greater the danger of one of us making a slip in public. Is that correct, Julia?" Yes, that's the main reason, but also because we made a deal to DEMONSTRATE Mark's ability to you. We've done that, and now you're trying to change the deal by wanting to question Mark.