. . I kinda like it. My body is soon responding to this display. My stiff nipples are thrusting forward. My labia is swelling and my pussy continues t... remain warm and lubricated. I find myself moving my body slightly in a rhythm that adds to my excitement. It seems like the hands are everywhere, touching anywhere they like. And I certainly like where they are touching! They massage my breasts. Someone rolls a nipple between their thumb and forefinger, squeezing it and inflaming my excited. I could feel her twitch under my lips. It was like her pussy was gasping for air. I gently sucked her swollen bud into my mouth. I felt her thighs tighten a little as my tongue flipped over her clit a few times then made its way down into her pussy. I licked and kissed and sucked, slowly, switching back and forth between her pussy and her clit. I even let the tip of my tongue slip down and tease her puckered asshole. An all but silent moan escaped her and she seemed to lift up the slightest bit. She had grown to care for Johnny while he stayed with us, to think of him almost as a step-son, although they were the same age – the devastation she felt was impossible to hide, even if she'd cared to try. My daughter was running out of the bedroom towards Christie and I –beautiful, graceful, frozen in mid-stride like a gazelle."He's still ... he's still alive – he's in surgery – but the doctors ... they say you'd better come."Time started itself again, moving into hyper-speed as Meredith and. Surprised to look down and seea pink blouse. Is that a skirt? Yes it is, stockings too. Perhaps Ishould have bought a nightie from Tescos, if they even sell them. Wouldwomen's pyjamas have done? Usually I slept nude, a satin nightdresswould be fun, I suppose.Mouth tastes foul. Need a pee. I know I must take off my lovely, femalethings. Time for man. Unzip the skirt, I need to push it down over myhips then it slips down my legs with a rustle and pools around my feet.Risk assessment time. The.