Suzanne slid a hand up Amanda’s thigh, sending minute electric pulsesup her spine and down to her clit. Suzanne rubbed gently on Amanda’s...lothed pussy. Amanda started moaning and dripping cunt juice.Grinning evilly, Suzanne rubbed a little faster on Amanda’s pussy. Herbreath quickened. A dark spot appeared on Suzanne’s panties, spreadingvery quickly.Suzanne pulled Amanda’s panties down to mid-thigh. She greased her fingerwith vaseline. Gliding the finger up. ’ ‘I’ll have a white wine if available thanks.’ ‘It is. Go talk to my father. Mom you come to the kitchen.’ God that rude brat needed a good kick, Gerard thought sourly. He found Mike in the lounge with the front entirely off the pendulum clock and about to oil the moving parts with what appeared to be a workshop oil can. ‘Oh hi Gerard,’ Mike smiled. ‘This old lady is losing time, almost five minutes in a week. I think a bit of oil might help.’ ‘Oiling might not be necessary Mike and if you do. They could see one room downstairs, just a little light and definitely lightfrom a burning fire, the man in the check shirt got out the van. He moved to the wall and crept along the side of the house, as he got tothe window he peered in, ducked down and moved to the other side and roundthe house, he was back in seconds, his arms beckoned the others. One by onethe men moved down the side of the house under the window and round to thekitchen door. The dark haired woman sat on the settee her legs. . I was, I guess I am feeling a tad ... jealous, I think,” Sammy said as we mulled around the auto shop entrance and the individual music practice rooms.“Jealous,” I softly whispered and put my hand on her bare shoulders and pressed her back up against a bank of lockers. “Why are you feeling that, Wushu?”“It’s just like...” Sammy started and then took a good breath of air. The petite redhead then had a major case of verbal diarrhea with her thoughts and feelings as she completely unloaded on.