Her fingers graced her gash through the hole in her panties with practised expertise. Her mother’s tree came crashing down in a mess of broken bough... and smashed blossom.Her orgasm ripped through her, gasping and panting, holding onto the windowsill...He dismembered the trunk, the branches falling where they lay. On the one hand, she wanted to confront his wanton destruction on behalf of her mother, on the other, which was underneath the soaking crotch of her knickers, she wanted him to fuck. The alarm clock went off again. She cursed at the clock for ripping her out of a good snooze. “You know I don‘t have to get up this early. I hate mornings” she said grumpily. She reached out again and finally turned off the incessant clock. Her body had a slight tingle and it was centered on her cunt. How she loved sex. The mere thought of it made her inside melt. She was always horny and in the mood, especially in the morning. She didn’t mind of course, as she ranked sex up there with. If not for the fact that I had the most amazing girl in the world in my lap with my fingers caressing inside of her pussy I might have been jealous and kicking myself for letting her go.For another 10 minutes we continued caressing and kissing and groping, and I had finally moved my fingers so my thumb was rubbing Linda’s clit. It was obvious by how she was alternating between tightening and relaxing her thighs that she was trying to keep the rubbing from being too much for her. And we both. There were three that I had picked: one was a college girl type of outfit with the short skirt and stockings, one was a basic blue short skirt with just a low cut white halter-top, and the last was a business like black dress suit (I knew he would never pick that one!).Probably the most revealing outfit was the blue skirt and the white top. The top is almost see through as it is and is tight against my chest. It’s something I would never wear in public without a bra or my nipples would be.