Your slim fingers crawling up to my tower of flesh, and climbing down, and climbing up. My fingers crawling in your cave, and climbing out and crawlin... in. And while the tower was building itself higher and higher, your fingers started to climb it faster and faster. My lungs working harder than they had ever done, my body not only longer kept warm and wet by the rain that came from steel pipes. But now by the sweat and unholy fluids from our bodies. The salt sea created at our feet. The river. She also realized that nearly every time she was around Ben, she'd end up later having such a wet horny pussy that she'd have to go to the bathroom or the privacy of her bedroom and play with herself until she got off.After Ben and her daughter had been married for quite awhile, Lyn was out of town one week and Melanie had gone over to her and Ben's house to help with some redecorating that they'd been doing. She'd worn a button-up blouse and a pair of shorts since she'd known they'd probably. I look down at my self to view how i look, the head of my dicklett pokeing out the top of my panties.Just the look and feel of the outfit,i was so horny.I started rubbing my cock with one hand through the panties while running the other up and down my body,reaching back to feel the soft satin of the camisole against my smooth ass.After a couple minutes of touching my self like a horny little girl,still on my knees i opened my legs more and bent over (face down ass up).I pulled the camisole up. I rather liked the idea of travelling with Dora, in a situation where we could say as we pleased, with Lawrence unable to hear us, committed as he was to driving the coach. We had spent the first day discussing all manner of matters that would have appalled Father.That night we'd stopped at a country inn. A comfy place, though perhaps less than clean. Lawrence would not allow us to step into the public areas of the inn, and we were confined to our room, where a meal was delivered. We ate, and.