’ I just forgot everything around me.“The preacher wasn’t satisfied,” Mom picked up the story. “He asked to see what Tony had drawn.” I de...ided to get into the story myself.“I’d been given a sketchbook for Christmas the year before and some pencils, but I’d never had a particular interest in them. For some reason, that day they just seemed like the most important things in the world to me,” I said.“Tony pulled out the sketchbook and showed us what he’d drawn. The book was full. It was like. "Can I touch you there?" It was well beyond the asking, as her fingers deftly slipped under my panties and pulled the material aside, exposing my tangled mess of wet pubic hair and the gaping gash of my pussy. My secretions were dripping even before she had touched it."Ashley!" I tried to sound chiding, but it lacked conviction and I had to admit, "Yes, I feel funny there too." Her tiny fingers were immediately slickened and before I knew it, her fingers were inside me. I shivered, feeling her. Just Alex. Please." Uh, Alex, I'm sorry I broke down. It's not because I'm angry. I'm just so surprised and happy, I couldn't help myself." That's OK, Sweetheart. Terry told me about your dream. I hope we can make it come true for you." I mean, it already has, hasn't it." Well, I need you to help me. Your mother doesn't know how I feel about her yet. She may suspect, but I have not told her. I need you to keep this a secret for a little while, OK?" But, but, how could she not? I mean, you're. All of it!" I closed my eyes as I pulled my T-shirt over my head and opened them just in time to see Joni's firm breasts spring free of her bra. We both looked at each other in embarrassment for a second, but it didn't last long because the female robber did not give us time to think about it.Impatiently she said, "Hurry up, now the rest of it, or do you want us to do it for you?" At that we each let the last stitch of clothing protecting our modesty fall away. Her male companion whistled when.