I want to hear your wet little twat suck in your fingers. I didnt dare to answer. Somehow, I thought that as long as I dont say anything the whole thi...g wasnt real, as if I didnt admit it then. Like there was no way for anyone to tell wheter I actually did these things she told me to or not. Trembling, I pushed down my panties – nice, soft green panties that I had a matching bra for, and which always made me feel really good – pushed them down until I could feel the cool air against my labia.. He watched Monica’s incredible ass sway as she moved to the big screen television across the room. She slipped a plain DVD from the duffelbag laying beside it. There was no packaging beyond an envelope, and no label other than a handwritten date. Monica put it in the player and got the set going, and seemingly made one deliberately sexy pose after another for Casey while she did it. ‘How many girlfriends have you ever had, Casey?’ ‘Three,’ he answered. She knew this, of course. She knew all. She had asked for a specific room in our reservation, it turned out.When we got there a lot of old memories came flooding back. This place was right behind the restaurant she had waitressed at when we were first “shacked up”, as living together was called then. It too hadn’t changed much. We’d have our dinner there “for old time’s sake”.I was nineteen then and she was a year younger. She wanted to get out of the house where her step-father was screwing her all the time with no objection from. He was leading a group in Ty Chee. There was no doubt that this man was an expert at his craft. He had attracted over five hundred to his practices this day. Johnny and Bill McCormick looked at each other, then at the nodding smiling faces of their wives. Johnny had heard from his dad the story of Jesus and his rock. He picked up a nice rounded rock and handed it to Bill. The two men walked towards the man. Their wives following close behind. Johnny tapped the man on his shoulder, then stepped.