My lower body was still covered by the blanket. I reached one hand down and stroked it lightly against my pussy slit, feeling my hand become wet with...my aroused pussy juice. Darius watched my hand bobbing under the blanket as I rubbed my clit. Then I reached my pussy juice coated hand out from under the blanket and grabbed one of Darius' hands, taking it and placing it over one of my breasts. He moaned a little, his hand cupping my firm breast."Marcella, I really do think you are damn fine,. If Heather was fertile, Babs was not, and vice versa. Every guy on campus tried to get in Babs' panties, particularly after she got to strut her stuff out on the football field, or on the basketball court. She was the only Freshman on the varsity cheerleading squad. She went out with them, but she was a good Catholic girl, and she made that known right up front. She still got taken out, all year long. Guys kept hoping that her resolve would weaken. They just had no idea that her big brother,. I could feel her slight tense but continued, relishing the softness of her skin. I quickly let my hand move round to her inner thigh and slide to its top. She let out a slight gasp as my insistent hand parted her legs and slipped into her wet slit. I was so aroused and so carried away in the moment. Here I was in a lift with strangers, facing them as my husband was fingering me. I began to softly moan as his finger began to work away inside me and could feel my juices flowing down my leg. An. The painful cuts on her feet seared like lightning with each step. Her legs gave out, and she fell to her knees, forced to crawl in pathetic misery across the hard stone floor.The hall was empty. There were two heavy iron doors to her left, closed and bolted. Better not. Might be someone in there. There was a dimly-lit corridor ahead, and another to her right that led to impenetrable blackness and filled her with mindless terror.Forward it is.Slowly, strength returned to her legs and she was.