" Well done you! Golly! Ooh! I haven't opened my card."Lottë watched him with dancing eyes. It was a picture of a bent and wrinkled old man with a st...ck. On the front the words were 'It's all right. You don't smell yet.' and on the inside 'Happy Birthday, old man!'Robin tried to look stern. "You are a very rude young woman," he said.Lottë batted her eyelashes. "Yes, Unca Wob."His face broke into a grin. "Thank you, sweety." He reached across the table and squeezed her hand. She mouthed a kiss. At first her path had been tortuously complex as itweaved in an among the buildings near the tradeshow from which she haddisappeared but then, it had left that area snaking through back alleysand the crevices between buildings and eventually down into this warrenof storm sewers but always heading toward an unknown goal.There were so many endless reasons she might be headed that way thatScott couldn't begin to mentally filter the list. For a succubus it wasthe ultimate "target-rich" environment.. ”Joe rushed back to his place to make sure everything was suitable for a night with Craig; clean towels, sheets, candlelight and soft music. He removed his clothes and got hard instantly thinking about what was soon to happen. Just as he got completely naked, he heard a knock on the door, sooner than he anticipated. Joe opened it slightly so that the neighbors could not see him in his current state of undress but so that Craig could see that he was ready."Nice, baby," he said, looking Joe up. I would dip my finger inside of my pussy and hold it up so they could see how shiny and wet it was coated with my slippery wet juices.My fingers slowly followed the contours and nooks and crannies of the soft wet folds of my pussy lips. I began to sigh out and moan little whimpering moans of pleasure. I stuck my tongue out and rubbed my wet finger over it tasting myself.I decided what better time than now to give myself an orgasm. So I leaned back and began rubbing my clit with my two fingers.