" What's number two?" I asked."Much easier than number one," Herm said. "Ask Shirley." Wouldn't asking her a question like that suggest a greater inte...est in her past life than I probably ought to be showing?" Absolutely!" Betsy said. I had been directing my question to Herm, but all he did, after Betsy had answered me, was to shake his head in agreement.We explored further, on the Internet, looking for a place to purchase "Girls on Fire" online, but found no distributor who was selling it. We. "They should fit."I turned towards the checkout."Hold up," the woman said, throwing my wife a playful look. "The fittingroom is that way." Maggie?"My wife offered the young woman a high five."Go on now, Kirsten,"The woman giggled at my name."Yeah, Kirsten. I want to see how you look."For a second I couldn't move. My wife delicately smacked my butt to getme moving. I entered the fitting room and wanted to change quickly. Butafter removing my clothes I slowly slid the skirt up my smooth. She could feel the tension in her daughter's stomach as she struggled with the need to move. Angela was merciless. Driving her fingers in and out with a punishing rhythm. Then rubbing her thumb over Verity's clit. The girl cried out sharply."Oh fuck, mom...mistress." She screamed as her body shook with her desire. Angela felt that desire herself. Her pussy was soaked now. She knew when this was finished that she would need to finger herself to relieve the ache between her thighs. . The moment the car stopped she'd cupped my face in her hands and thankingme with a loving kiss, quickly opened the door and climbing up some oldwooden steps was soon closely examining some intricate wood carvingsabove the old hut's porch.As I slowly followed behind I thought this was also a bit odd as wellbecause I'd never known her to be interested in anything like thiseither, when suddenly a loud warning bell rang in my mind that this wasexactly the same sort of carving that Brendan had been.