My tasty juice soaks the fingers pumping in and out of my pussy. The scent of my sex, permeates the air, and I breathe in the aroma. Watching my shado... as I pull my fingers from the warmth of my pussy, I rub the juice onto my tits. I dip my fingers back in and cover my tits again. I don't stop until my tits shine with my delicious juice and then I crawl into bed.I straddle the large pillow and begin to slowly slide my slit back and forth, leaving a slick trail of pussy juice. My hands tease my. ” Roger blushed. “And you have a good sense of humor. These are all attractive qualities, but kindness is foremost among them.”They’d arrived at their starting point after making a circle of the stones and clearing to find Gérard and Amélie in an embrace, the remains of the picnic lunch spread around them.“Ahem, Amélie, Gérard. Roger and I have returned.”The two broke their embrace. Amélie’s smile was broad, Gérard’s about the same. “Good,” said Gérard, and he renewed his kiss with Amélie.“They. I know daddy could feel my gentle response, there was no great pressure on either part, just warmth and cotton, and my fathers hand placed on my hip, he was in my bodily groove, my pleasure zone, and when I finally shifted my weight, by uttering, 'I'm cold daddy', he gathered me into his arms, and I sat squarely on his erection, and unashamedly squeezed it with my bum cheeks.We sat quite still, both of us getting accustomed to this new feeling growing between us, our presence was titillating. Luke had to force himself from not shuffling his feet as he stared at the large double doors. After a moment or two he started to see strange designs in the door. He let his eyes travel the pattern of it and the door felt like it shifted color. The intricate designs reminded him of water dripping down an icicle. His curiosity was put on the back burner when a woman walked out.She was unremarkable with her bleached blonde hair that was in a single braid. Her figure reminded him of most the girls.