And cried. I held out my arms and she fell into them."Promise me just one thing?" she sobbed."Anything." Don't treat me like I'm a child," she begged...."I'm 19 years old, my parents are dead. My boyfriend is an uncaring Philistine ... and I'm sooo horny!" I picked her up and she squeaked ... I'd goosed her with one of the blanks. " Get me inside and go put the damn things in the Artifacts Tent. The professor can have two shocks in the morning. And don't peek."I pushed open the tipi door and. Her fingers slid underneath the edge of the cloth and right against my most intimate spot. Gently she stroked me, like a small kitten she didn’t want to hurt. No one had touched me there before and the sensation was incredible. I was tempted to rub myself against her hand, to get more contact, but she seemed determined to go slowly. Every time I tried to move faster she would pull her fingers out slightly until I moaned to have them back. Embarrassingly, I think I whispered please a few times. . He experienced the most delicious sensation as his cock was gripped tightly in Sister Leslie’s bottom. Sally was now forgotten as Sister Leslie concentrated on the hard throbbing prick that was sliding into her arse. As the Bishop contemplated his approaching orgasm he gazed salaciously at Sally’s gaping, wet vagina. Her legs were still spread wide and her blonde pubic hair was dark with spunk, vaginal juices and saliva. The pink inner lips were wet, swollen and open so that the Bishop could. Calli came out a few minutes later with a small suitcase in hand. ‘So Mr. McCord, are you ready for your trial?’ she giggled. ‘Ready as I’ll ever be I guess,’ he replied. ‘They’re not going to be gentle are they?’ ‘Dad will probably be okay, but Mum may be a hard sell. Elizabeth and Madelaine will love you, but Nigel’s a right pain.’ Calli explained. ‘Okay, watch out for Mom and Nigel. Good to know. Are Elizabeth and Madelaine as pretty as you?’ Andrew teased. ‘They’re gorgeous Andrew!’ Delia.