He then spread my legs apart slightly, so that he could get better access, and started to massage the insides of my thighs, then up and over my buttoc...s. To my slight embarrassment, I could feel my pussy getting very moist as he ran his hands up between my legs, just gently brushing my damp pussy bush with his fingers, making me sigh with pleasure as he increased his boldness, stroking his finger up and down my slit, making me squirm with delight as my pussy got wetter and wetter.“Right; time. But no matter what she did, he would just smile and say, ‘My sweet Isabella, we all make mistakes.’ So she continued to do her chores, purposely forgetting one or two, in the hopes that one day he would not forgive her mistakes. Isabella remembered how it felt to have his tongue running along her pussy. Darting itself in and out of her. How his hands felt as they grabbed her firm breasts and pinched her nipples. She longed to feel him stand behind her and thrust his cock into her. The aching. . could sense it being so close that I didn't want to let her down the first chance I had to gratify her. Finally, of course, there was no stopping the orgasm that she had built up inside her. It simply exploded like a bomb, her juices splashing my dick for all that they were worth, while all but squeezing my own cum out of my balls as if it were toothpaste.Shelby then slumped on top of me, her sweaty, matted hair glistening much like her face and her body. She was one shiny girl right then,. ‘Can we start again? Let me make you supper this evening.’ ————- That evening I headed up to Sylvia’s room. On the way I grabbed a bottle of wine from my room as my contribution to supper. Sylvia had heated up a can of vegetable soup which we ate with wholegrain bread rolls. For a time we didn’t speak, being content to eat supper and enjoy some wine. I was still surprised at the vehemence of Sylvia’s reacted and suspected that something in the past had caused her distress. I reasoned that.