It looked weird, and at the same time, so beautiful, hypnotic. So delicious. Clarice felt good watching it, so good that she touched herself lightly, ...hrought the fabric of her pijamas. She barely knew about masturbation too, but had already learned that touching herself in the crevice between her legs felt very good. She was so distracted with that naughtiness. The knocks on the door scared her so much she almost jumped out of her skin. She lived alone with her father, so she instantly knew. Come to yourself. Everyone seems comfortable with it. Girls can be sexy, it’s okay. The Russian spreads her legs and begins to finger herself as the camera pushes through the parted curtain. She falls off frame. The camera’s walked into a small red room, yellow accents on the furniture. A young woman waits on a divan in a cheap Chinese print robe, blue in a red field. One knee bared, calf bouncing with impatience. Hair in a tight bun. A door looms behind her. She twists her neck and gazes at. Mrs. Wells opens the door. “Come in handsome.” He grins. “Your embarrassing me Mrs. Wells.” “Come in, while you’re here studying, you can drop the Mrs. Wells stuff, just call me Connie.” “Okay Mrs. Wells, oh I mean Connie.” He says grinning. “That’s better, are you hungry? I can fix you a sandwich and a salad if you like.” “Sure that sounds great Connie.” “Okay coming right up.” Jack notices the blouse she is wearing, looking at her breasts as she beds over. I spread my legs furtherapart, pulling my skirt up my legs to give her as much access as possibleand very quickly I felt her fingers slip into my waiting pussy, two fingersat first but very quickly three, fingering me hard and fast. I leant backin my seat enjoying the sensation as she worked my pussy with her fingers.She fucked my hard with her talented fingers and I felt my orgasm buildingdeep inside me, ready to explode through my body. All too soon it did andI had to fight my urges to.