Slowly, my finger reaches into my wet hole and dips a teasing finger inside to lubricate it before returning to my cliterous. Little circles are drawn...around and around. My body spasms, my moans stifled, and my legs shakes. Pleasure takes over as circles are continuously drawn around my cliterous. My juices flows out of my pussy, making wet trails down my ass as I continue to play with myself. The light at the end of the tunnel is so close, I want to escape and jump into the shining light. My. ?Cobleigh264,? he said, ?Arlington Grange.? There was a pause. ?I see,? he said. ?Yes.Yes, Very well. I see. Yes. I?ll tell him.? The butler replaced the handset andturned to face the assembled group. The Great Detective and the Inspectorlooked at him quizzically.?Well,? said the Inspector.?It was the police station, Sir. Your Sergeant, I believe. He had a message for you.??Well spit it out man,? the Inspector demanded.?He?s just had the most extraordinary thinghappen. You?ll remember that. Olga knelt between them, reaching first for Simone’s sweetly perky breasts, scooping them out of the plain white cotton bra and then tweaking and licking at the nipples. Simone started to moan at this, with murmurs that became louder as Olga transferred the attentions of her mouth to the younger girl’s pussy.Several minutes passed pleasantly whilst the tip of Olga’s tongue poked into the tight crevasse of Simone’s cleft. As she concentrated upon the taste and texture of the sweet girlish. Misty pulled off the taxiway, "I'm going to wind up the engine to check the magnetos and propeller controls. It's just a routine last-minute check, but we'll be wallowing around as the engine fights the brakes."The small plane shuddered and twisted while the engine was at 1700 rpm and Misty tested the two magnetos and pulled back on the propeller control three times to get warm oil into the propeller hub. She pulled the throttle back to idle and let the plane roll down the last bit of taxiway.