She couldn’t believe how worked up he was. He groped at her buttocks and slid his hands down her yoga pants. He fondled at her pussy and was amaze... at how hot and wet she was. “You’re very turned on. Your pussy is so wet. Fuck! You’re a hot piece of ass, Amber.”Walter continued to play with her pussy while he made out with her against her car. She liked kissing him and enjoyed his fingers in her private spots. She felt her pussy throbbing and knew she might have an orgasm on his fingers.. My father was a printer and publisher, and more importantly at the time, an influential man in the politics of the area. He had come to America from England with his father at an early age. He had been academically brilliant and his father's skills with the typesetting equipment of the day made the family prosperous. By the time he was in college, his father owned his own business, and while he had no interest in politics, he understood its importance to anyone whose business was printing the. Reed had a picture frame on his desk, and that was the only decoration. Without seeing the front I knew it was his family. He had a wife, a boy here in the high school, and two girls in the middle school, one sixth and one eighth."I like what you've done with the place."The look he gave me wasn't the friendly greeting I'd expected.He looked back down at the file he'd been reading. There was a chair in front of his desk. I sat down.Maybe Tami's telepathy thing is contagious, cause I suddenly. I looked up, and sure enough, Sara was standing in the doorway. She looked so utterly miserable I couldn't help myself. I stood up and she came over to me, tears streaming down her face, and I could do no more than put my arms around her. It was purely in sympathy and commiseration. She sobbed in my arms and I just held her. 'SHE started it. I don't say that to mitigate my actions (or lack of) it's just a statement of fact. She started to move against me, and her hands put pressure on my back,.