I imagine your pussy would be so wet that even on my first touch my fingers would slip easily between your lips and just rest on the tight entrance, n...t going any further at that point.All the while we'd be kissing and looking into each others eyes and telling each other how we felt and what we wanted.I know I'd gently use my fingers on you and I'd ask if you wanted to cum as quickly as possible for me. I'd hold you close as I gently worked on your clit, or just to the side of it. I'd feel your. Jesus, your finger!” But the boy was sobbing and hysterical.“We have to get out of here! Get the girls and run!”He grabbed Lee by the collar, but before he could continue talking, he spit up a mouthful of blood. An artery in his esophagus had ruptured from the stress. Most people would get shot for making a mess of Lee’s shirt. Even subordinates would get a finger chopped off. But the look of terror on the boy’s face told Lee that a stained $400 shirt was the least of his problems.He was still. You read the articles in a monotone that would put anyone to sleep.”“I suppose that’s true. How much excitement can one put into a statement about how a process is a program that is executing in memory?”“He’s finished sucking. Am I supposed to burp him now?”Mary wondered how many times Rebecca was going to ask that question. It seemed to her that she asked it every time she finished feeding Donald. Maybe she believed that it was something that only had to be done for the first few. He stopped and turned to see me standing framed in the doorway. I saw his eyes traverse my body, covered by my terry-towelling coat, and my black large slutty diamond patterned stockings, from my mid-thigh down to my toes. I ad been thinking about letting him leave, as my hand opened the door. John smiled, at last after all this time he would do what he always said I wanted, because he could see I was a teasing slut of a woman, it was hard to argue with a man whose fingers had been inside you.