I was very slippery down there and just adored how her fingers felt, probing, discovering me. She began to run up and down on the sensitive skin and I...felt myself humping up and down with her hand."Oh Brit, that feels so good," I whispered, almost like a plea not to stop. She kept doing it for a few minutes, then 5, then what seemed like another 10 as I felt a sudden pressure building in my tummy. "Oh, oh what's happening...that's soooo, ahhhhhhh," and with that I had my first orgasm, spasming. She’d gotten in the confiding habit back when she was just whispering.Willowdean Sherrill came into the sheriff’s office looking grumpy, unhappy, as usual. She unfolded a sheet of paper and smoothed it out on the desk in front of Cayuse and me.He came around to see it. I read aloud, “FREE! ONE ACRE OF LAND.”I could tell from the carefully neutral look on his face that Cayuse didn’t know how to read.There was a drawing of the staked-out parcels and a description of a brand new town in the. A sight-seeing tour of the Strip. A nice way for you to see a lot of Vegas, since we won't be here that long."Jen squeezed my hand with glee as the driver introduced himself, and opened the door for us. I delighted in the view of Jen's legs as she slid into the car, and she winked at me when she saw me looking.The Strip limo tour was 90 minutes, designed to allow for gawking at the various hotels. The driver would stop by the Bellagio fountains during a show, talk about the features of various. “I tripped later. I thought I heard it behind me and ran straight into one of those weird doors.”“Hmmm…” Unconvinced, the group scrutinised me, menace and dislike evident. “You didn’t see anything?”“You mean the demon?”“You fucking metalheads!” spat the skinhead at the back, punching a pale, blond guy who I would have felt sorry for, were it not for the SS logo tattooed on his chest. “Always wizards and fucking demons! We had this argument. They’re clearly aliens in league with the Jewish.