Mark took his fingers and slipped them under the edge of her thong and rubbed the outer lips of her pussy.“Oh… Yes… don’t stop.”Mark pushed ...he thin strip of cloth aside and slipped his fingers the length of her slit. He drew it back and down again. As his fingers collected moisture from her leaking cunt, he rubbed it up and down her pussy and around her puckered hole. When his fingers dove back he slipped his finger into her cunt. He pumped it in slowly and when he pulled it back out she. "Neil knelt next to us and took it from me, thumbing the hardened nipple as if to test it's reality, then lowered his mouth to it and bit down softly."Mmmmmmm," murmured Danielle, trembling under his touch."See," I said, "Neil can make you feel that special way too, only his way is different.They both moaned in agreement."Danielle," I whispered, my mouth scant inches from hers, "what have you put up your hole beside your finger?" Huh?" When you play with yourself?" Nothing. Just a finger, and. I racked my brain for possibilities while eating. Dinner followed desert. Next door to the bakery was a Caribbean place and we all had two family-style chicken and papaya dishes with rice split between us. We went over it several times but the facts always came out the same. I hadn’t dated much since Jordyn. Over the years my friends gave up on trying to set me up. My only date in the last three years had been a woman that if she had been underage had managed to already get a master’s in. She'd been confident that visiting the privy at the train station would be uneventful too.She winced as she removed the dress, stretching her wounds. "The only dress I own and it's filthy," she sighed, as she looked at the dust-streaked material."I'd say wash it now, before you dirty up the water," said Boots."I hadn't thought of that," said Millie. "I wonder if I've ever done this before." Took a bath?" Boots sounded incredulous."No, I wonder if I've ever done laundry," said Millie. "I'm not.