“That thing you said about everything seeming normal?” I began.“Yes?”“Well, it’s kinda like that.”Silence. I wasn’t sure any more expl...nation was necessary. I felt a heaviness invade my limbs. I felt very tired. Tears welled up from someplace inside me, though I had no idea why.She noticed. She touched my arm.I didn’t feel like talking. Or at least I didn’t think I felt like talking. Because, when she reached out and touched my arm, the words came pouring out. “I live with my parents. I work at. She twitched a couple of times, then exhaled a long breath. "My ass Amy, oh my god! It's going so deep... feels goooooood..." she trailed off, shuddering. "It's about time your little ass got fucked." I smiled, staring up at her. She was lost to the world though, and remembering what had happened to me, I could only imagine what she must have been feeling considering everything else that was happening. A worm suddenly started pushing itself into my pussy. It felt huge, my pussy slowly stretched. She led me into this huge master bedroom with the attached bath. It was impressive with the huge bed with large carved wood bedposts and candles all around. She pointed at the sink and there was a very tiny trickle coming from the faucet and she said “See what you can do with this.” I said ‘Ok!” and walked in and looked at it and simply turned the handle tight and it stopped dripping and I walked back to the doorway and looked into the bedroom and as I froze. I could not believe what I. I think you've done this before.” She's right, I have. “Am I wet, baby?” she breathes, just as I slowly spread her lips and dip into the sweet, hot pool of her excitement. Her eyelids flutter as my thick digit scythes through the length of her sex, up to brush her clit and down again to her sweetness. Hazel leans heavily against my shoulder, her legs laying brazenly apart. We both watch as I bring my hand out from the folds of her dress and raise one very obviously wet finger between us with.