“How old’s she?” “Damn if I know, sebenteen, eighteen, like that, quit school. Gimme a hundred for her. I got to run.” He really looked worr...ed and kept glancing at the road. His truck was quivering, idling. I dug a few twenties out of the till, handed them to him and wished him luck. He ran. “What’s your name?” I asked the girl who seemed to be sucking her thumb. “Go to hell,” she said quietly. “Go fuck yourself, y’old turdface.” “If I’m going to feed you, you’re going to work. When somebody. But I intend to challenge him for his audacity! That he felt safe enough to attack one of us, shows he has no respect for Landkur, or the children of Vostich Landkur. He needs to be reminded," Fithian finished.Fithian walked over to the window and stared outside while Mirwanna and I talked with each other about possible reparations for me, and for Landkur itself. We had just about ironed out what I would ask for, and the reparations to Landkur, when we felt it!We both turned, and saw Fithian. She closed her eyes as her hand drifted down to the soft nest of finely trimmed curls, parting her lips and exposing her pink interior. Her middle finger slid along the moist slit, teasing her clit before sliding back down. Ashley continued teasing herself, nearing the point of ecstasy where she would collapse onto the shower floor, as she had done so many times before. She pushed her middle finger into her tight cavern, feeling her muscles clamp around the single digit. Ever so slowly, she. Then Paul’s hand moved slowly over the soft flesh until his fingers were inside the leg of Ronnie’s shorts. Still not entirely sure if he was misinterpreting the signs or not, he slid his fingers round the curve of the limb until they were spread across the yielding flesh of Ronnie’s inner thigh, his fingertips just brushing the fabric of the boy’s underpants. There was another pause, during which Paul became acutely aware of the tickling sensation growing in his crutch and was prompted to inch.