‘I know what hot counts for.’ He said. Satan always spouts melodramatic shit like that, when you mention anything that’s even vaguely associated...with him. That’s part of the reason I never bring matches in here. One whiff of sulphur and the guy goes berserk. It took me a week to talk the manager into letting him back in, after the last time that happened. Something about the lingering smell of brimstone and the coffee cups dancing around sorta freaked the guy out. It made me laugh, though. ‘I. So I slide one finger down past my clit and into my tight pussy. Slow at first, picking up speed as I go. One finger isn't enough though, so I slip a second in. Mmm. I hook my fingers. I imagine they are the head of some cut rock hard cock, hitting my g spot. I move my other hand to my clit and rub it while my other hand continues to finger fuck my pussy. But still, I have this insatiable horny feeling. This isn't enough. I slide my ass down and off the toilet seat. Now my back is resting on. Gianna and I made ten bread baguettes and hoped that would be enough for Azee and the rest of us. I made Italian potato salad, with sweet onions and olives and olive oil and red wine vinegar, and Gianna made a huge platter of crudités. I made the aioli. Gianna always messes it up.Mom and Dad were reluctant to agree to swim like the rest of us, even though we compromised and said we were all going to wear something over our butts. I’d seen Gianna’s breasts since she got them and they were. I stood back a little and watched as more cum trickled from her ass. She reached back with the hand that had been rubbing her pussy and collected some of my cum that had landed on the couch with her fingers. Bringing them up to her mouth she sucked her fingers, tasting my still warm cum coating them. "Mmmm, nothing tastes better!" She said with a sigh. Lucy slowly stood up and adjusted her top, then walked over to her skirt, picked it up and stepped into it. After she finished dressing she.