When she was nice and wet, she took her fingers out and rubbed them across Jessica's lips, her tongue flicking out to taste. Then, going back down to ...he wet slit between her, she took her drenched hand and gripped the shaft of the dildo. Her hand, now wet with her own juices, slid up and down the shaft of the soaked dildo, Jessica’s own pleasured mess adding to the ease. The hand, which started at the base, eventually found its way up the shaft into Jessica’s wet, gaping tunnel of a pussy.. ’ I could still see the hesitation in her eyes. ‘Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.’ Playing with her soft, warm breasts, my dick began to harden once again. I leaned in and went to kiss her ear when she got up from the floor and began walking toward a desk on the other side of the room. ‘Bam, I want you to take this with you. It’s for protection.’ She opened the desk drawer and pulled out a gun. I gave her a look. ‘What are you doing with that?’ ‘It’s just a handgun I like to keep around for. "He bent a little bit closer to the monitors to get a better view. "That IS Alan Addison," he said. "And that's his wife? How old is she?" Seventeen," Cindy chirped. "And I think she's my sister. We adopted each other." She giggled. If that giggle melted my heart, then it vaporized Bill's.Bill straightened up, smiling. I flashed the second picture up, the close-up of Cindy and Tina."I can see where just about anybody would think that," he said. He looked at me. "When you an' Alan worked with me. Pip never cleaned them properly, and the hot summer temperatures would encourage algae to bloom in the horses’ drinking water if I didn’t do it. From the look of the stalls, she hadn’t done a very good job mucking them the previous day either. She’d deny it of course, and we’d only get into another argument if I told mom. Dad would defend her as usual.It was the day after Independence Day, 1993, and the celebrations in the village had concluded the night before with the big fireworks show my.