It had been at least ten minutes since Jyll went in the stock room. She had not come back. My cell phone vibrated letting me know I had a picture mess...ge. It was from Jyll. The text said “Is the door locked?” and the picture was of her wet pussy lips with a finger embedded between them.Very quickly I locked the door and turned off the lights. I found Jyll in the stock room, pants and lace g string on the floor. She had bent herself over a half pallet of dog food, naked ass facing me. Her left. I was using my thumb to stroke her wet clit as I fingered her. She was starting to get a little louder, so she buried her head into my shoulder to smother her moans and gasps as I continued to work at bringing her to an orgasm right there in the restaurant. I was thankful for the seclusion the private booth provided. Without any warning, Sandy suddenly clamped her legs closed on my hand as her orgasm overtook her. In her excitement, trying to keep from crying out, she bit into my shoulder. This. He certainly didn’t like the fact that she had suddenly developed an aversion to the sin of incest, but he was a handsome devil and the virginal girls at the local school a catch worth bending over for in almost any situation. The chance that he might get them in a family way and slow down long enough for one of them to collar him for a date in front of a minister and a ring on the finger was enough motivation for them to risk lowering their knickers and allowing him to test their youthful. . drawing him in. His silence tells me many things,... and my earlier question,... still unanswered. I rolled my head back and forth as he switched sides, brushing so slowly,... his breathing becoming more rapid. My fingers were gripping the carpet, knowing Michael was seeing my bare breasts,... maybe, for the first time. I closed my eyes while my mind was racing. I reached for my baby oil,... and began dropping oil from the bottle,... and watching it drip down my thighs. A soft sigh,....