The opening tensing and gripping as the finger moved.Her hand now came between our writhing bodies and took hold of my hard member. It pulsed at the c...ntact, then throbbed as her fingers took a firm grip. She gave it a rub, none too gently.She raised her body and pushed my rigid pole up between her thighs, not into her but along the length of her pussy. I could feel the wetness oozing from her, lubricating as our organs rubbed against each other.Her legs came back on top of mine, she gripped. The cotton fabric imbued with my guy. Darren was with me when he wasn’t with me. I couldn’t wait. I’m going downstairs to turn Darren on and well fuck him in the kitchen. He can brunch munch on my pussy for starters. If he found sausages in the fridge they can wait. I want to make his hot dog sizzle in my gob.The mirror took my reflection; one more time. God I was hot: I was even more sexier and vulnerable girly because of a guy’s shirt. Strange but true. I was bounding down the stairs. Home. I don’t want the police, and the guy’s still got his knife.’ I pulled the bag snatcher back up keeping my knee in his back, and the blade clattered to the pavement. ‘Vamoose. Shove off,’ I yelled pushing him away. He staggered, then fell to his knees, and felt around his ankle. ‘He’s got another knife,’ she screamed. ‘Stay behind me,’ I told the redhead. Cursing, he came at me hard, the knife scything. His first stab stung my fending left hand and as I tried to avoid the second thrust I was in. It slipped out of her pick rosebud with a wet, sucking sound. Molly relieved herself, then stood to remove the corset. As tight as it was, her other discomforts rendered the constriction of her waist trivial. She untied the double bow holding the lacing secure, and patiently released the laces. Once the pressure was released from top to bottom, she was able to unfasten the busk, and the corset fell to the floor. ?How good a shower will feel!? she thought to herself. As she walked toward.