As my pace quickened, I unfortunately discovered that my co-ordination skills were not on a par with my directional inertia, resulting in a folding of...my lower limbs and the direct placement of my rear-end on the ice. It was also brought to bear that I had no ready-made braking system to hand and was otherwise still travelling at a healthy rate of knots. Marion, in attempting to avoid my ankles, orchestrated her second collapse of the week and lying atop me now was laughing and giggling. I complied instantly. "Stand there," she said, stopping me right in front of her. She leaned back against the sink and spread her legs a bit, planting herself firmly in preparation. "I want you to watch me while I do it, okay?" I nodded, unable to speak. She let her hand glide down to her crotch, and very slowly and carefully began to touch herself. My dick twitched and jumped, which only spurred her on. I knew nothing about her sexual experience, if she had ever seen a penis before or if she. She tried holding still in rebellion and the light buzzing just kept humming away. It was an annoying and frustrating feeling with an itchy tickle quality like a bug crawling on her skin. Of course, it wouldn’t stop. She would have to dance to get an orgasm and stop the squid. She tried an assortment of movements, but the most effective was to roll her hips around various ways back and forth. She kept searching for a rhythm that would keep the squid going so that she could get off. She started. John cut the bra between her small breasts and uncovered them. Her nipples were large and puffy, and Holly tightened.She'd had a girlfriend, in sixth grade, who had nipples like that, and they had touched and kissed and felt each other. This brought that memory back in an instant.John cupped one of the breasts and fondled it in a most unprofessional manner. Then he moved down her body to her panties.He slid the scissors under the waistband of her panties, then paused, and apparently changed his.