The tips of my fingers sensed intense heat, and then felt a dense mound of wiry pubic hair. If she was wearing panties, they were around her ankles.S...e parted her legs further, throwing one over mine, and sighed as my fingertips replaced hers in her sopping wet slit. She might have been fingering herself since before I sat down, based on how wet she was. I teased her slit a little, but she reached down and shoved my finger deep into her pussy. Without further hesitation, I fingered her as. She did though in a way I never would have imagined.A few nights before Christmas, after consulting with her mom, Susie told us what she intended to give us for the holidays. She kept mum about what she had given to Courtney, but she talked it over with her mom before telling me what her gift was. Kristy walked into our bedroom and to say she was at a loss for words was an understatement. She just shook her head and muttered "I can't believe it, not our Susie, I can't believe she would ever. I think it is like hypnosis in a way," she told me at one point, and I shook my head. This was nothing like hypnosis. "Hear me out. You can affect me, by making my feet hot, creating an itch, and various other things, but you can't make me do anything I don't really want to do, like—" She leaned forward, and before I could stop her, kissed me. I could feel myself getting hard, but this was NOT the reason I'd come here. I pushed her away, and looked up to see her mom watching us."Sorry, I didn't. Donna was working on her tan and kept fussing with the little strings of her tiny bikini. Janet, similarly clad, was working on a landscape painting.Donna had just adjusted her skimpy top for about the fifteenth time in as many minutes, which prompted to ask, "What's wrong, Donna? Got ants in your top or something?"Donna shielded her eyes to look over at me. "No, nothing's itching. I just keep moving the strings, so I don't get any tan lines on my shoulders." Why don't you just take the damned.