Instantly my fingers push your panties aside, and to my surprise, you spread your legs a bit and two of my fingers enter your very wet snatch. I slide...in and out, I hear you catch your breath, I continue finger banging you, and we are at the top. My hand exits as you walk off the escalator, turn left and get on the final escalator.I sniff at my fingers, and believe when I say they smell delicious. I leap forward, my hand under your skirt and as you stand there, your legs are already apart in. "I'm going to gather my gang and head for the house now. I'll see mom and dad tomorrow after we get settled."Tom said his goodbyes to his father and mother and promised to see them tomorrow. They headed out the door to the truck Tom had left in the R.V. parking space, and they slowly drove home.Jenny silently watched Tom's face as they drove the short distance from his parent's home to Tom's. She could see he was lost in thought and probably worry over his father's health as well as his. It did and it didn't. I was not wooed. I was and I wasn't. It still felt like a dream from which I would wake. Did I say that? I said he could put his hands in my pants anytime he wanted. I said I was his fuck toy. Christ. I had offered to be his release as in he can fuck me in the future, and I wondered. Wondered about how I had opened myself so completely, to let him tap his root into my soil. They have a way of growing, of hanging on, gripping and growing into my heart. Altering us as we. I’m sure Jeff did, too.’ She looked toward her husband for confirmation. He slowly nodded. ‘I may be only a dumb accountant, but when Louise flashed me, I figured something like this might happen,’ he said. ‘You’re not upset?’ Louise asked, real concern in her voice. ‘Heavens, no,’ Sandra said, shaking her head. ‘We’ve talked about swinging, what married couple hasn’t? We even did it once. We’ve talked about threesomes, about opening our marriage, you name it, we’ve talked about it.’ ‘Yes,’.