You smile bigger as you see the moment I realize that you have returned. "I'm back, baby." You say as you cross the room to my side. Your large finger... graze over the flesh of my ankle, then move inwards, running up my leg. Stopping at the soft, creamy skin of my inner thigh, which you squeeze gently. "I'm so glad, Sir." I whisper. My hips rock a little under your caress, and rise upward as your fingers approach the damp mound of my pussy. "It seemed like you were gone for hours." "You doubted. Nancy had been staying in the farmhouse for two weeks now, and the quiet and seclusion had definitely improved both the quantity and quality of her writing, but now she was just bored.Grabbing her running shoes, she considered her clothing for a moment. The tight tee-shirt was fine for around the cottage, but perhaps not for outside. Still, she was miles away from anywhere here, and she decided that it would suffice. It was warm enough for shorts, so that would do.The cottage was surrounded by. "Kris followed. "I'm guessing Jon was having some anal fun with your wife. Have you done that with Jessica?" We've tried it a couple of times," Kevin answered, "but I'm too thick. Jessica says it hurts too much, so we've never really been able to do it. Jon should have better success. I hope so for her sake."Sam joined the discussion. "I'll be able to confirm or deny your guess, Kris. I had the second highest card, so I can tell if Jon left a deposit in Jessica's pussy." Either way, it should. “I mean it was so beautiful,” she sighed. “I’ve never seen anything like it. Mom went absolutely apeshit. It wasn’t anything like what I’ve seen on the internet. You were actually growling, Bob!”“So why’d you run away?” I asked.She tilted her head to one side, but didn’t move back.“I’m not quite ready for you and my Mom to see me masturbate.”“Oh,” I said. I followed that up with, “Wow.”“You have to talk to her,” she said, urgently. “I can’t wait until I’m seventeen. I’ll just die if I have.