I seized her arm, twisted.She cried out as I flipped her onto her stomach, my breasts pillowing on her dark back.“Ooh, you've been naughty again, Dr... Rita,” I purred as she squirmed beneath me. The more she struggled, the wetter my pussy became. “But don't worry, I know just the punishment.”Her water pressed in at my swirling winds. So I engulfed us in my tornado, a shield of howling air that drove back the river. The water swept around it, guided away from our flesh by the cyclone. Mist. I would have preferred for her to go away and leave me alone. I should have told her to leave. But I didn’t. All I did was sit and let her struggle. All I did was let that bruise-covered face get screwed up in frustration. I should have helped her.But I didn’t. All I did was sit.In the end, Tara swore. She picked up the sponge and threw it across the bathroom. It slapped wetly onto the mirror and slid down to the sink – leaving a soapy smear down the glass.She slumped down until she was sitting. Phoebe was still for minutes longer but I could tell she was feeling my caress. She wasn't concentrating on the TV much and twice she tried to grab some more popcorn but she still had a hand full. I gradually moved my hand high enough that it was covered by her skirt, the side of my hand slipping intimately close to her body, I could fee her heat, the warmth between her legs was encouraging. I took the plunge into my hormone pool and came up with a full grown hard-on, I pressed against her. Then it was my turn. I stood up and Mark sat down wiping his hands on his hanky chief. Tim just kept grinning like an idiot. Nobody said anything as my shaking hands reached out and squeezed and lifted the wonderfully warm globes. I was surprised at how heavy and firm they felt. Kate gave a gasp and sort of pushed herself forwards into my hands as I felt her nipples, pulling and pinching them gently. Then I slid my hands downwards over the slight curve of her stomach and into the incredibly.