I can't believe she hasn't said anything about it yet. Do my eyes deceive me? Her pussy is wet, I mean really wet, it's dripping. I can see a long str...ng of sticky fluid extending between her pussy lips and the stool underneath her. That's not sweat, her pussy is soaked. I notice her breathing is a little more pronounced. Maybe it's the heat, her being nude under that blanket with a fully clothed man standing so close to her but she's getting excited. Maybe if I leave the room she'll drop the. I start with two lazy circles around her breasts that form a figure eight on her chest. I follow this figure a few times to make sure that there are no gaps, but I don't move in on her actual breasts. Next, I drip a larger circle onto her stomach, with her navel slightly below the centre. The last circle goes around her sex. It crosses her mons, her left hip, and her left thigh. There is a gap where her legs are slightly parted, then it traverses her other thigh, hip, and back to her mons. This. "So what does John do with you, if you don't mind me asking? I mean for onething, eight women seems a few too many for just one man. Is it just for variety?" "Yeah variety, and to let us rest. I mean, he won't do anything with us ifwe're on our periods, so that's usually one or two of us out of the picturein any given week. He can drive us quite hard sometimes, so we need a few day'srest, and sometimes he'll take multiple women at once. Three at most, usually." I spent the two weeks of John's. He had stroked her hip and flank and nuzzled her cheek and neck. She had felt him moving his crotch up and down and around on her rump, and she had felt a stiff lump throbbing and pressing upon her butt. Her uncle's lips nuzzling her cheek and neck, his hand stroking and softly squeezing her hip and flank, and especially his rotating crotch and that stiff lump throbbing and rubbing upon her rump, had sent a warm tingly fizzy feeling shooting through her body. She wondered what would have.