His fingers left indentations in my skin. He caressed my hairless pussy until my sweetness ran onto his fingers. Wayne knelt before me still fully clo...hed, pleasing me with his tongue and fingers. With every lick, a moan escaped his mouth as if my pussy was the best pussy he's tasted in a long time. Watching him enjoy himself sent a chill through my body I could never explain. My pussy swelled, glistening from the sugar his magic produced. My clitoris was so engorged; the wind would have caused. It was a Parkinson Cowen cooker, just like the one his mother had. It was a simple matter of undoing two screws on the top of the door and two on the bottom. Then the inner cover could be removed to allow access to the catch. This was the most common cause of doors failing to stay shut.“What about a cup of tea first Billy?”He wasn’t a lover of tea, so he said, “I don’t suppose I could have a cold drink?”“Yes of course you can, I’ll make up some juice, I’ve only got orange juice, will that. Then, Julie slipped another finger inside to join the other. Lacey's pussy felt tight. Julie had always imagined how Lacey's pussy would feel, and now she was experiencing this for real.Lacey moaned as she felt Julie's two fingers go to work inside of her warm, wet pussy. The two fingers worked in unison, acting like a paintbrush as it painted upon the canvas with gently brushstrokes. Small circles, where every so often grew larger in diameter.Julie's thumb gently rubbed against the upper mound. I could feel myself starting to get wet. He began to rub my face very gently, I thought I really like this. Then he kissed me gently on the lips. I could taste the rum on his breath; it tasted so sweet I wanted more.It was then when he climbed into bed with me that he realized that I wasn’t under the sheets but sleeping on top of the covers since it was so hot in the apartment. My right leg was on the blankets, and I could feel his hands on me rubbing my leg very gently. I could tell that he.