She didn't want it to go away. She wanted it to molest her pussy.There was a low snorting sound from the man as he leaned forward a fraction so that h... could dig his hand deeper. His fingers were under the top of her panties, and they plunged inside, searching out her cunt slice with his middle digit. He found her pussy and thrust his finger inside her, drilling past the first and second knuckle in a flash.Vickie sighed to herself. It felt so good! It felt so good to have a finger up her cunt. The section of town where she worked and frequently spent the night was safe during the day, but at night, when the businesses closed, things got rougher.So it was Good Friday, he was camped out in his car. He was near the end of another old book, “Vanity Fair” by Thackeray, not half bad actually. Like in all espionage stories the book was a cover; he was really thinking about the day before, Maundy Thursday.Well, before Maundy Thursday had been Wednesday. He was confusing everything. Carolyn. So, was I better off for the experience? All I know is before I met Jill I was able to swim. I hadn't lost an event in over two years and I was third in the state. After meeting, falling in love with and losing Jill, I lost the first event I was in.I guess I'd be able to talk to girls, which is something I had a hard time doing pre-Jill. But would I want to? Did I want to put my heart on the line again, only to have it broken, crushed as it was now? That was definitely something to think about.. Listening more closely I heard them talk abouta secret swingers network that had taken over the newly built ‘executive’ estate at the north end of the village. Now there was a story.I dreamed on a bit about seeing my name on the by-line of a national 'Top reporter probes the dark underside of suburbia', ‘Award winning journalist gets the story’, well why not, everyone has to start somewhere. The next day I brought it up with my Ed who didn't sound too impressed but to humour me he gave me the.