Her fingers combed her little patch of pubic hair and down the slippery slit. On the upstroke, she went deeper and caught her clit with the pad of her...middle finger. Sexual electricity shot through her body.Crimson with embarrassment, she began to stroke the little bump at the top of her fresh pink slit with her thighs spread for everyone to see.Splayed on the table, her legs wide open and her knees up, her fingers delved into her magic dell and played with her clit. Her blouse was wide open. When he got home, Amanda and Deanna were sitting on the couch, giggling like they had been telling stories about him before he got there. Well, he didn't really notice too much, just went up stairs to change out of the work clothes into some comfortable shorts, since it was still warm out. He came down the stairs and Amanda told him to come sit down, they had already poured him a rum and coke to unwind with. That sounded like a great plan, so he came down and sat on the couch between the two. All those rippling muscles looked better in person than what she imagined while getting herself off.She could instantly feel her panties getting damped with her juices and heartbeat getting faster as if she had just ran a mile.He had his eyes close and was completely lost in playing his piano so he never knew when Rachael came. Rachael was still staring at him when Michael stopped playing the piano and opened his eyes.He saw Rachael was standing right in front of him wearing a deep blue mini. He took a bow and grinned at me. "I'm the waiter around here. Bring in the breakfast, lunch, and dinner whenever people call for it." He shrugged. "Pretty quiet here, but nice. This view here? It's nothing. I wouldn't call it beautiful when you're standing here in comparison." My cheeks flushed automatically. He thinks I'm beautiful. Oh my Lord, this can't be possible. He was good-looking too. He was like a sex god. He had brown hair that looked messy but cute on him and the most mesmerizing.