I whispered, “Oh Michael wish you were here fucking me.”I slid one finger, then two, and after a moment four fingers inside, pumping them in and o...t of my pussy. My vaginal muscles griped them like a small cock. I only stopped long enough to lick the sweet juices from my fingers before reinserting them repeatedly, as I drove myself closer to climax. As I watched my wet throbbing pussy in the mirror I told myself, “Oh baby, it’s time to cum hard!”As the fingers of my left hand tantalize my pussy. Guy grinned again, taking a swig of his beer before glancing down at me. You still got that boy followin you around? Whats-his-name? Kieran? No. I sighed, weighed down by sad-feelings and intoxication. I figured dad wouldve told you about him by now. Waithe aint the one who? Yeah. Ah, shit, Hannah. Im sorry. He smiled, nudging my bare shoulder with his beer. Teenage boys can be cruel. I would know, Guy continued, taking my other shoulder with his spare hand. Ive been one. Like fifty years ago,. Very fit. Eyes bluer than mine. He came down the toy aisle with a cart filled with frozen dinners, a few household items and a case of beer. He wasn’t looking at any toys, unless maybe that’s how you see me. Depending on who you are, I might be ok with that.I glanced over and saw him looking at me, and I swear to you that’s the first time I ever saw that look ... but even so I immediately knew what it was. It wasn’t that school boy gaze of lust that every girl lives with. His look said three. I slid between her legs and placed my mouth over her clit which was hard and waiting. She slid down flat on the rug and I pulled her legs further apart.I continued kissing her legs and behind her knees. When I returned to her pussy she was wet and quivering. I dove my tongue into the folds of her pussy lips and pushed deeper into her womb. As I worked her clit she arched her back and let out a slight moan – she was climaxing and I could taste her fluid as it began to flow. I pushed her knees.