I was now aware of just how anxious I was. It was like our first time, and I was just that nervous and uncertain, all over again. I flicked the light ...ff in the bathroom and returned to the bedroom.Molly was lying in bed under the covers, and it took me only a second to figure out that she had taken her nightgown off and was likely naked. Another change in what I might have expected. They were coming one surprise after another. I slipped back under the covers and reached for her."Do you want me. It had been taken a scant few seconds after the first from the looks of it. The same market scene and the same stall in the background but now Karmin was turned fully towards the camera, her hand sliding an apple into a bag at her side as she smiled.It was the smile that did it. Marcy felt her heart ache as she looked at it. The years they had been friends rearing up in her mind’s eye. The night she had plucked up the courage to tell Karmin how she felt.The taste of her lips.The feel of her. I can't let her go. I hold her head between my thighs, my hands pressing her face against the pillow of my pussy. My body arches and bucks. I draw up my legs so that they are resting on Emily's shoulders. The heels of my shoes dig into her back.'Oh, God, I'm coming, I'm coming.'Fingers – two, three and then four – plunge into me. A swollen, thirsty tongue laps at my pussy like a starved kitten licking her cream. I'm pulling Emily's face ever more firmly into me, rubbing my clit against her. “Do you have a razor blade or a Stanley Knife?” The question stops his backward shuffling, allowing me to close the space between us. We’re stood at the doorway to the cubicle, our bodies inches apart, the air pregnant with intent. He shakes his head, hair flicking enticingly across his forehead, his face crumpled in concern.“No.” “Then we have a small problem.” I put my hands on his chest, feel his heart pounding beneath them, and push gently as I take a dainty step forward forcing him to.