’ Her voice much lower this time.I lowered my hand to the hem of her nightdress. I had a terrible sense of déjà vu. All the time, she kept repeat...ng, ‘do it.’As my hand moved slowly up her nightdress, I was waiting for a rebuke. Swallowing hard, I placed my hand over her mound, half expecting to feel the material of her underwear. Instead I felt hair.Betty groaned and she bent at the knees slightly. My fingers felt moisture and started to slide into the oily wetness of her vagina.‘Urghhh.’. It was a steal, you ask me."Other than a curiosity on how their father could possibly run over my hand, not once but twice, Noreen and Johnny had little to say to me, acting as typical teen agers, eating their food and requesting permission to leave the table as soon as possible.ConsuelaI was waiting for her, already naked, behind the door. I shut it as soon as Consuela entered the room, and without saying a word, began kissing her.Consuela was already aroused, and after our heated kisses. Thackerry. She'd do about anything for you." Meredith placed her hand on top of Denise's and squeezed it. "I think the world of her too. And please Denise, call me 'Meredith'." "Sure," the younger woman agreed. They plunged back into the work. Both women scurried around the office, Denise making trips out to her work station to dig up required files while Meredith doggedly compiled the report. At 10 PM they took a short break, devouring a delivered pizza and two salads before returning to their. I stood up and he pulled me close to him.“Now I’m going to fuck you like a dirty little slut,” he grunted into my ear. He pushed me up against the shower stall and slipped his hand between my legs, forcing them open. He fingered my clit and rubbed me a little down there until I was practically begging him to get it over with already. He positioned his cock at my opening then pushed the entire length in. I gasped as it entered me, his still-soapy cock now buried deep into my soapier-still pussy..