I ran my fingers down further and lightly pressed my middle finger into her slit, rubbing slightly on her clit. She moaned in her sleep and lightly th...ust her hips forward. I ran my finger up and down her slit, her pussy getting wetter with every stroke of my finger. She was moving against my hand, still in her slumber, but as I slid my middle finger into her pussy I heard her gasp. She still had her eyes shut, but I knew she was awake. Her pussy grew even wetter as the realization of what was. He said something about knowing that I always wanted him to wake up in the morning and that today I was getting my wish. Great fucking timing! I had no choice but to roll back toward him and accept his kissing and fondling. And within a minute and a half, I saw he meant business. After kissing and fondling my boobs and stroking my tummy, his hand went between my legs. I froze as he went further, as he felt the wetness, the gooey juice that shouldn't have been there, since it was very early, in. .." We get the idea Jill"As Bill and I danced it was hard not to notice that Angel and Mike werealso dancing, and she was following him move for move, perfectly. But myattention was on Bill as he held me close to him."I want you Jill. I want you to be my girl."It was what I wanted, and as soon as I said yes, he pulled me closer andI felt his hand creep down my back, closer to my butt. I had my head onhis shoulder and I held on to him, half afraid that he would say tohimself 'Jill is a boy', but. "What for?" Whoever she was, I can smell her. And if I can, Mom will, too."His face flushed red. "I don't—" You don't need a shower, just a quick rinse, maybe with a washcloth. You need to do it, though, I can definitely smell her."His face got even redder, but he headed for the bathroom. When he came out he didn't smell of aroused female. He did smell of sweat, but that was acceptable. He made some popcorn and we watched some dumb old movie for a bit. I deliberately did not ask him about how.