A girl helped me then, and I’ll help you now, Sarah.”Karen began massaging Sarah’s neck muscles, her fingers firm and soothing. Sarah whimpered ...gain as the touch of her sister’s fingers sent a wild, bubbling surge to her cunt, her tits pushing out hard at her dress. She closed her eyes, resisting the urge to lean back, give herself up to her sister’s soothing hands and fingers. She tightened her muscles more, clenching the checks of her ass.“Come on, relax,” Karen whispered, hot breath.. His hand ran down her shoulder, taking the sheet with it as it ran down her side and across her hip. With every exposure of her skin, his hands explored her like it was the first time. His fingers ran back up her body, lightly tracing the landscape of her skin. He did not return to her shoulder but lowered his hand to her exposed breast. As he kissed her, his fingers traced light circles on her breast, starting around her nipple and slowly expanding outward. When he would reach the outer edge. "Now, you all saw Jane do that for me. Let me tell you what you saw, but you didn't realize. You saw a predator, a carnivore, do something the predator's way. Any horse that saw that would know who he was dealing with. Now, let me show you how a horse might do the same thing."I got up slowly, looking around. Will went over to the machine and just stood there in front of it, examining his fingernails. I wandered around the room, watching Will until he went back to his chair and sat down. Then I. He's the head, the capo; of a local, newly formed element of the—it shall remain nameless—over-family in Philly. Our family's particular interests lie in the southwest, which part shall also remain nameless. Like most real mofiosi, most of the time we do nothing but live normal lives doing normal things while dealing with the normal trials and tribulations of everyday life.Ginger has been a wonderful wife and a wonderful mother. The fact that she is the mother of our children, and that she is.