I started licking her clit and all around her cunt where my fist had invaded her. Finally she said, "Just move in me Peter. Don't move any deeper......et." I returned to twisting my fist inside her. She had the bottle of KY in her hand. I watched as she pulled one of her lips as far as she could to the side. There was the tiniest of spaces. She inserted the tip of the KY bottle into that space and squeezed the juice out. She ran her finger then over the tight seal of cunt and fist, trying. ‘Thank you,’ she whispered. ‘Don’t interrupt,’ I scolded lightly. ‘And this,’ I touched the top of another stretch mark on her abdomen, moving south as before, ‘is Emily’s former address. It’s where she grew into babyhood. Imagine that? She grew from two little tiny cells into a huge little baby in this home.’ Celia moved my hand away, mostly because she was ticklish, but she looked a lot better. ‘Now, this,’ I said, gently placing a finger near the newly-healed scar of a C-section, ‘should. That was fine she thought, as now she didn’t have to be concerned about her mother finding out. Sonya met Becky in art class at NYU. Sonya was majoring in design. The girls hit it off and decided to move in together after knowing each other for just three months. Becky liked Sonya, however couldn’t believe how her family was so diverse. One of her brothers went to jail for GTA, grand theft auto, while the other brother was in his tenth week of the NYPD police academy. Sonya’s mother didn’t bat. ” I said. I reached over and grabbed Amy and pulled her to me. She fell into my arms against my chest. Amy had been teasing me all the way home as I drove. Now it was Santa’s turn to tease and please. Amy’s body was tight and compact. She worked out every day at one of her fitness salons. She had a small chain of fitness salons in the Silicon Valley that not only did fitness but full body treatments nails, hair and skin. She had short blond hair, perfect breasts, a thin waist and wide hips. .