Iwould have given her a hug, but our manacled wrists made that kind ofimpossible."We better go to sleep" said Laura.We had given up trying not to have...physical contact and aside from ourwrists, only our legs touched each other. That would change sooner thaneither of us thought or wanted.--------------------------------I woke up erect, harder than I had ever been. The dim light of earlymorning was streaming through the window. Something was rubbing against mycock. I opened my eyes and was. ‘Just you and me, the fire and the tree. Watching the lights dance over your beautiful skin.’ ‘Me too,’ she sighed wistfully. ‘I’m sorry we couldn’t go home this year, sweetie. I know you miss your folks.’ ‘I do, but this is nice too! It really is- it’s just…’ ‘I know.’ he said softly, kissing her nose. Suddenly he leaned forward and began to rummage around under the couch. ‘Ah ha! Here,’ he said, thrusting a large, flat package into her hand. ‘Open it!’ As she tore the paper from the. "They talked it over and started coming up with a plan.Mark was tired of working with other people's money. He was 35 and a confirmed bachelor. He was skimming pretty well from some of the investments (and certainly padding expenses like crazy!), but nothing to give him the lifestyle he knew he deserved. He liked fast cars and women, lots of women. Thinking about it he realized he was probably lucky to have escaped jail; some of the episodes in college were pretty close to rape."Yeah," he. The sweet smell of my arousal turns you on even more. You bring your fingers to my wet pussy and slowly slip one finger between my slit. You love the smooth silky feel of my smooth, silky skin, covered in my juices as you run your fingers all around. I moan and try to shift my hips for more. You slip one finger inside of me and use the heel of your hand to apply pressure to my clit. I push into you and you add another finger, thrusting them both deep as you rub my clit. You curl your fingers.