I can already feel a throb in my hot cunt. I reach over to the table for my anal love beads and insert them into the tight puckered hole of my bottom ...eaving the string hanging to pull at just right moment. I turn over and lie on my back, spread my thighs open and begin to gently stroke my clit slipping my fingers inside the lips of my pussy spreading the wetness. My eyes are closed and I think about you and your hard cock. I want to lick it and suck it. I am getting more wet. I roll over and. It seemed never ending.The next couple of days before the party passed uneventfully. Nancy andI did our housework and stayed out of trouble. We helped AL like twogood little twelve year old girls should. Between the laundry, thecleaning, the bathrooms, the vacuuming, the dusting and on and on Inever realized how much work being a girl could be. Not to mentionhaving to do our hair plus AL was beginning to teach us about makeup aswell as teaching me about feminine deportment. It seemed like. Lynn quickly recognised it was Jane's over aroused vagina juice that was the cause, the same as her own nightdress had been from last night and no doubt her panties would have been the same if that brute hadn't stolen them from her. Lynn returned to the utility room and loaded the washing machine with her armful of dirty washing. Her chores all done Lynn made herself a cup of coffee and relaxed on the sofa to read another chapter of her book. Steve had woken about 8.30. He was up, showered and. He especially enjoyed watching his children step on the grapes after the harvest, all covered in purple juice, it usually found its way into our hair and clothes. Mama always complained, and he would just shrug his shoulders and act as though he had no control over us. He worked long hours in the lumber mill further down the mountain. He rode his draft horse down to the mill every morning at dawn. The mill only closed the week of Christmas. The church had asked them to close at this time. The.