My hand became damp with Deenie’s elixir. She gyrated until her clit was rubbing against my wrist and my finger was at the threshold of her pussy. I...let my finger linger on the edge of her hole torturing the very intent of Deenie’s longing thrusts. Then I did it. I pushed my index finger in and Deenie became still looking me right in my eyes. My movements became steady as I moved one finger and then two in and out of her wet box. Deenie’s eyes rolled back and she stood still hypnotized by the. Jacklightheartedly inquired, "What would you have me do, Mistress?" On your knees, wench, and be quick about it!" Jack tensed at the wordwench. Still he obeyed, and kept his eyes fixed on Rose's crotch,avoiding her gaze. Rose tasted unusual tonight, not bad just different,a little thicker discharge that was like the difference between ofpeppermint and menthol.With Jack on his knees between Roses legs, a good 15 minutes later asatisfied Rose said, "Dear you can get up now; I guess every night. I came down the stairsslowly and carefully in my high heels. Mummy was watching me from thehallway, smiling. I could feel my cock stiffening, knowing that she had aperfect view of my underwear. I could feel my pendant earrings moving. Irealised that they were advertising the fact that I was a 'cock in afrock'. But as my frock was so short, anyone who saw me in it would knowanyway.She led the way to the lounge and stopped just inside, indicating that Iwas to enter. As I stepped into the doorway. Had she done it intentionally? How should he stop her without hurting her feelings? What if it was unintentional and she was just falling asleep? Suggesting she was deliberately behaving inappropriately when she wasn’t would horrify her. He waited, trying to convince himself it was innocent. Her breathing was slow and shallow. She was asleep, wasn’t she? She stirred like she was half-asleep and just getting comfortable, but then her hand moved down onto his cock. He didn’t dare move. He.