Lizzie rose and padded out to the sitting room and retrieved several towels, some bath oil, and a bowl of water which were both warm due to their prox...mity to the still roaring fire. She sat the water on the bedside table and took one of the smaller towels, wet it, and cleaned herself. Howe looked at her drowsily, "Come to bed, Lizzie." In a moment," she said, and used one of the damp warm towels to clean his shrinking cock. "Thank you," he said thickly as he cleaned his head and shaft. His. I was loving this, showing my wet pussy to whoever wanted to look. Several more cars passed as I tried out various angles, and I got so turned on, I decided to go even riskier. By this time, it was almost dark. I went back to the leg-over-the-arm-of-the-chair position, And tried to loosen my shorts a bit. The only way I could manage it was to unbutton and unzip them. Then I was able to move the crotch seam aside so I could get at my aching slit. I was so horny at this point that the crotch seam. On the counter sat assorted bits of fingers, tails, ears and tongues on bloody cutting boards. Ava pointed up towards the cabinet and whimpered “Wh-what does that say?”. Ellen's eyes followed to see a butcher knife partially buried in the white cabinet door, dripping blood onto the counter below. Pinned to the wood was a hastily scrawled note:“Missing Ingredients:-Nurse's pulsing heart-Smokey grey eyes ”Ava was in a hazed out trance as she made her way over to the note. Her hand went to the. “… as she rummages around in your trousers, as her fingers squeeze about your cock and wank you to attention …” My shaking fingers found his flaccid cock hiding between his thighs and started stroking and squeezing it back to life.“… and does she spread her legs for you, Stephen? Does she wiggle her short, tight skirt over her arse so that you can see her panty clad pussy? Does she …” I thrust my own naked, dribbling, pussy forward for his attention.“Stop It! Stop it! Stop … It!” Stephen’s.