With her other hand, she went to her clit and started a circular massage to get things started. John went to freshen his drink. Just as he was about t... leave the room, he turned back to her and said, “You may finger fuck yourself if you think that will help.” He knew Martha well enough to know that he had a few minutes before any fireworks would start. Martha closed her eyes and pretended that her hand was John’s tongue licking and sucking her swelling clit. She could feel the stirrings of an. I walked around the corner to the employee entrance and gave a start. Karen was sitting on the concrete by the door sipping on a soda through a straw. She had her back against the wall and her knees drawn up to her chest. She was wearing a golf visor, the kind that has a bill and two straps that meet at the back of the head. She had drawn her hair into a ponytail through the top of the visor and left it to hang over her back.Her white denim skirt was short. It hung to just above her knees but. She saw it in other girls, but didn't realize that she was the stuff of wet dreams. She was short, and though she was thin, she had swelling breasts and hips that gave her a much older look. Her long brown hair was straight and fell smoothly past her shoulders. Her breasts were about the size and shape of big coconuts and, at her age, were that combination of hard and soft that defies explanation.She thought they were too small, but her daddy liked them a lot. He especially liked her nipples,. I leaned back in my desk chair and allowed my burgundy satin robe to open exposing my full 40 C breasts, soft belly, and top of my bare mons veneris. I thought about how Todd often exclaimed how he adored my plump mound of Venus after I changed my pubic cut to the landing strip I had read about in some modern romance novel. I decided to experiment with imagining myself taking Angie’s part in the script. My feet rested upon two of the legs that radiated out from the vertical cylinder supporting.