My thrashing slowed as the orgasm subsided, and I let my body relax. The two girls now moved to my side taking my hand, the second girl guided them in...o the crotch of the first girl, and holding on my wrist, she used my hand to fuck the first girl. I felt the tips of my fingers enter into the first girl. She was wetter than I could have imagined. She reached down grabbing my hand, and pulled it, folding my thumb into my palm, and I felt my whole hand enter into her cunt. The second girl started. He reasoned that the bad guys would assume the road south was clear since they came from that direction. If they started looking for someone it would be in another direction.They talked to break the tension. Bill told Cherie his name, that he was a 56 year old widower, and that his son and son's family was supposed to meet them at a place they had prepared. Bill had learned that Cherie Jackson was a 35 year old single mother. She didn't have a clue where her ex-husband was and her tone. I want you. I love you. Please, please, please, please, please, please, please ‘ The litany dissolved into racking sobs. Well. This was news. He had loved her for over two years now. Sometimes, it seemed, he had always loved her. Of course one of the things he loved her for was precisely the fact that she could surprise him. Another was her indomitable spirit. Never once though, in all the seven years they had known each other and worked with each other, had he made any advance, much less. The thought of some grubby suburban lothario fucking her repulsed me, and I dreaded being introduced to her first presentable boyfriend.I rolled the stocking up my leg, letting the elasticised patterned top grip my thigh. I checked to see if the seam was straight and marvelled at my skill. Nothing to it! I thought, what was all the fuss about? I spiked my naked foot into the next stocking realising I was sat on the edge of the bed. I was adopting precisely the same position any girl would do.