I told her the story of Mrs. Jones while I finger-fucked her.*One saturday I was almost done when she told me to come to the house when I finished."I ...ave something for you," she said.When I entered the house she was sitting in a chair in the kitchen, turned towards the doorway, with her dress up and her legs spread apart. Her right hand was stroking her wide-open pussy. I stood and stared, amazed at the sight, and looked at my first real pussy. "Come over here and kneel down," she directed.I. ” Col looked across at me, clearly wanting me to back her up. “Lili is Polish and she and her family hate the Russians and all the Eastern Bloc governments. If we told her the truth I think – no, I’m certain – she would understand the need for absolute secrecy.”I gave Mutti Frida’s hand another encouraging squeeze. “Col’s right, you know. Lili and her family hate the Russians and the Warsaw pact. She would not betray you.”Mutti Frida nodded in silent agreement: she had been speaking to Lili’s. She closed her eyes as she touched the fingered end to her left breast.The effect was immediate, like a damp cloth on a fevered brow. Drawing it across her chest, she felt the lightest touch that made her shiver. A patter of wet kisses followed the track of the soother, her swollen peaks relaxing to soft hillocks.She dared to move it lower and felt the impossible hands, cool and gentle on her belly and thighs. The relief it brought to the surrounding territory made the source of her frenzy seem. She chugged almost twenty ounces!" Amygiggled. "A regular party girl, this one."Rommie produced her apparatus from the impossibly small hidden pocket ofher Reilly and helped fit it to the still-terrified girl. At first shefought the life-giving mask, but settled down once she realized it helpedher breathe."Live?" she asked, her voice muffled."Live," I reassured her.Instantly, she turned and sprinted off!"I guess that was expected, Alex?" Mom asked with a slight snicker.I rolled my eyes and.