Hot fluids escaped past my fist and I heard her sigh. When I looked at her she was still reading but had a huge smile on her face. I looked around and...the lady looked up from her paper but just smiled at me and took a drink of her coffee. I wiggled my hand and had to say something to the girl. “Must be a damn good book!”She just smiled happily. I pushed my hand into her again i slowed a little and she grunted as my fist stopped at the back of her cunt. I was in past my wrist when I leaned over. Lydia then felt her whole weight being lifted off the ground, she had no ideawhat was happening now but she could feel that her pussy was now just as wetas it had been before she was raped, what with her juices and his cum, it waslike a swamp down there. As she was lifted upright and turned round she noticeda large dirty traffic cone on the floor, it had obviously been dumped thereat some point, she was carried past it, the man holding her tightly by thewaist, she didn't weight much. Suddenly. Well-being, even lust ­– sweet, sick, horrible lust.Liz stretched her body, feeling it uncoil. She sighed. The voice was right, of course: she was safe, happy. The air on her skin was warm. It buoyed her, making her depart from the clumsy density of her flesh. But this wasn’t a dream, was it? Even though she found herself at the house again, on the lawn again, it felt different; there was no fear.It was a sunny day, like in the dream, but she was laughing and running, surrounded by spring air. She caught her breath as Eva’s tongue licked down her body, played with her navel, and copied what she had done in blowing puffs of warm breath at her vagina.Eva found her way between Agnes’ thighs and started a tentative exploration of the pussy which lay before her eyes. Her first touches were very tentative and exploratory as if she did not know where to start. Agnes told Eva to just relax and think of what she liked when she masturbated and when Agnes had played with her. I could see that.