I didn’t know how Lucy would feel about it, but I kissed the cloth-covered pussy dangling in front of my lips. If not for the interference of a pai... of blue shorts and the panties within them I could have had myself a taste of hot young female glory. Oh goodness, I wanted my girl’s pussy so badly I wanted to scream! Dropping the stimulating young lady back into my lap, I asked her an impulsive question, “Lucy, does your rug match your redhead roof?” I regretted my haste as soon as the words. But my first few weekends were spent catching up. This meant I couldn’t go see Kris. Kris understood everything, but when we talked she also had that tone. A tone I interpreted as saying chances were slim for us to make up the lost time. Still, the chemistry between us was such that I had to try. Plus, you could never tell with her. She is so sarcastic, and without seeing her eyes I couldn’t tell what was serious and what was a joke. It would have been easier if I could catch a teasing twinkle. She was moving her legs now, and I forgot all about the lotion. I put my hand on her vulva, and she pressed upward into it. I slipped two fingers downward to her outer lips, and she was soaking wet. Gently I rubbed her pussy juice in ever widening circles, until I was parting her lips, and sliding two fingers in and out, just at the edge of her entrance. She grabbed my hand, and pulled it to her mouth. Putting my two fingers in her mouth, she sucked her liquid from them. Then she said, “You. As Frank came downstairs, he first checked Amy’s room. The fact that she wasn’t there didn’t bother him, thinking she’d probably gone downstairs. When he didn’t see her there, he again made a point of letting Georgia know it was her fault Amy had escaped, and she could expect some sort of punishment as a result. In the meantime he had to go out and find her.He pulled the car out and drove in both directions for five minutes or so, and, seeing no sign of her, he returned home. When he came.