"Hey, Chris, isn't that Meg?"I looked over and saw Meg sitting byherself on the floor by the trash cans. Connie D'Amico, who I am ashamed to say is my...x-girlfriend, and her clique strutted over to her. Connie liftedher lunch tray, which had a half-empty carton of milkand chicken bones all over it, and accidentally-on-purpose tipped it onto Meg's head instead of into the trash."Oops!" Connie cackled sarcastically, while her friends laughed and tookpictures of poor Meg with milk all over her. The thought of someone maybe watching her touching herself is so erotic and horny that she decides to pull her stomach in and sliding her hand inside her pants for better access. Oh god, that’s so wet and hot down there, she slides her hand over her pussy mound and slips one finger so easy between her pussylips, it almost feels like she’s swallowing her hand. Her ring finger follows her middlefinger to the inside of her wetness and being sat down, she has to part her legs ever so slightly to. But this was originally a mansionso I guess it made sense. It even had its own bathroom with a jettedtub and separate shower. There was also a vanity already stocked withmake up and perfume. They told me not to pack much so I checked thedrawers and closet. Full of pretty things to wear. They spared noexpense trying to make me feel comfortable. My mom looked around andsaid with a laugh , maybe I will stick around after all. There wereFrench doors that went out to a patio that had a. Lila whispered in my ear, "John told me you were inexperienced. Doesn't seem that way to me." She squeezed hard on my bulge and I groaned in pleasure.My hand dropped from Lila's tit to her belly and caressed her navel. I slipped the hand still lower, sliding it beneath the waistband of her skirt to her bushy mound. Her legs parted to allow me access.Lack of experience or not, what to do just seemed to come naturally as the action progressed. My middle finger was sliding up and down her crevice,.