"No!" Doris tensed herself. "Not there--you didn't say you'd touch me there!"His fingertip found the wet lips of her pussy, tried to slide in. Doris t...ghtened the cheeks of her bottom; squeezed her thighs together and his finger was trapped."Let me!" he panted, struggling to move his finger. "Let me feel inside your cunt!" No!" Doris moaned, gritting her teeth, jamming her buttocks together. "Just--just my bummie--you said you wanted to touch my bummie--not my pussy!" Here," he gasped,. " I grabbed a bar towel and came around the bar. I dropped to my knees, dabbing at the wet spots on your skirt. You pulled the skirt away, revealing a long, shapely leg and open toed sandals. You propped the leg on my shoulder and bent your knee, pulling me closer. Subtlety not being my strong suit sometimes, I can be a bit dense, but I realized what you wanted and I can't say as I was opposed, either. It had been six months since my wife died, so the visceral reaction came as no surprise to. 'It's quarter to seven Nica, what the hell?!' she looked at them ashamed.'We have to go! Sara we have to go!' Nica shouted grabbing a towel.They both grabbed towels and ran to Nica's bedroom to get ready, Monica followed then to find out what was going on and why they were acting strange towards her. They slammed the door in her face locking her out whilst they grabbed sexy underwear and little outfits to get Principle Brown going. Monica was ganging on the door telling them to let her in but. Holding her chest down with one hand, I unfastened the hook clasp in the back of her skirt and a quick tug removed it from her piling it up at her ankles. She wore skimpy pink panties which I thought was a lovely touch and planned on using them as soon as I saw them. ‘Now, Michelle you have been a naughty maid and you need to be punished for breaking my vase!’ I told her. I rubbed my hand over the satiny material of her panties, feeling the heat radiating from her ass. She raised her ass up to.