.. His fingers mine and quarry deeper into my vagina, rousing and whipping it up to the pleasure and enjoyment, pitching about helplessly in the subst...nce mass progressively and leisurely and conscientiously nice. I like the way that his fingers rub and scuff deep into my sex. It is like he knows the exact points and spots to tap as well as how to fondle and caress them. Of course, the way his fingers feel and stroke my inside is this astonishingly very poles-apart and unusual indeed. I wonder. " Y-y-you don't understand," sobbed Elizabeth. "I g-g-got s-s-so excited when you told us. I want... I wanted to be part of it with you. I wanted you to take me right in the yard in front of all our neighbors. I wanted you to fuck me in front of all those stuck-up old biddies and gossips back home. I wanted them to see just how strong and handsome you are."Her voice dropped to a whisper again. "I wanted them to see you use me like a little slut. I want everyone to see how well you fuck. In the last shot, I was naked except for my shoes and my collar, my noticeably damp underwear dangling from between my teeth.I had a sudden flash of my mom and dad coming home early and catching me in the act, their shocked faces. It only made me more determined to continue, this time posing on the dining room chair and then, beneath the table, sitting on my heels, my knees spread as I rubbed my cunt up and down against the table leg. It felt so good that I didn’t want to stop, at least not. " Is that who beat you up, Bill? This Ryan guy?" Yeah. I suppose Deb told you what happened." Okay, we'll talk about this when we get home," I said.It took a couple of minutes to get Bill into the front seat of the Dodge. He was very sore and bending and seating himself in the vehicle was painful. I was careful not to hit any bumps along the way to lessen any discomfort beyond what he already was suffering.Rose was waiting for us at the house when we arrived, anxious to hear what happened."Why.