I feel your legs tighten around my hand. I gently feel around with my thumb, find your clit, and start to massage it. You writhe in my grasp, gasping ...nd moaning, biting your lip. I kiss the lip you have bitten and slowly start to pump my fingers in you. You gasp for air again, and I start to work my finger into a rhythm in and out, in and out, every thrust meeting with your breath. No longer able to contain us, you break away, your breathing labored. "I want you in me" you say to me. My answer. "Then she has good taste," Carol responded with a chuckle."Why don't we go together?" Becky's mom asked as she was gesturing downthe sidewalk. "It will be nice having some adult company while thegirls trick or treat." That's a great idea," Carol told her, giving me an amused look.We went to the next house with Becky and her mom and because of theirpresence I had no choice but to stay in character. Fortunately, Beckywasn't a bad kid and didn't get on my nerves like I'd feared at first."Last. Susan grabbed a small wicker basket from the back seat. Debbie turned and held out her hand to Susan, who took it and joined her. The two women waded up to the beach and, after slipping on sandals, moved onto a path through the bushes.“Where are we going,” asked Susan?“Come on, you’ll see,” said Debbie, taking Susan’s hand. They were quickly out of sight of the lake. The path wound through a thick stand of alder and buckthorn. Suddenly, it opened into a grassy grotto about 50 yards in diameter,. After all, all three of them had ended up in younger bodies thanthey'd had before.Lydia, resentful of swapping with our father, had snuck off in themiddle of the night. She left a note behind that indicated she neverwanted to see any of us again. A couple of weeks after, my father foundout she'd used his credit cards to withdraw several thousand dollars incash and make a large purchase at Costco. God only knew where she wasnow.My family returned to our home in Richmond, Virginia. I tried.