Her cunt was dripping wet and I needed no lube as I slid my fingers up her stretched cunt in one swift movement. She groaned loudly as her cunt was st...etched more and more by my fingers.But it did not get Sheila satisfied at all. She wanted my fist deep inside of her wet dripping cunt…She whimpered as I twisted my entire hand around inside her vagina pulled it partially out stretching her; opening her up, opening her up for my full pleasure and her pain. I loved the way she was being hurt by my. It wasn't as if he'd be hurtinganybody, after all. It wouldn't be a rape, because there'dbe no victim. As he'd reasoned before, Danni wasn't a humanbeing, she was just some excess storage space in theemotional warehouse of his brain. It certainly wasn't herbody, it was his. Which meant he could fondle and play withit any way he chose.Unaware he was employing the same logic used by generationsof serial killers and rapists; Danny looked into the mirrorand slipped the bra straps off his shoulders.. As he kissed Hayley’s pert little boobs, I ran my hands over his firm pecs, until I arrived at his nipples, circling them and giving them a firm pinch. His cock end looked lovely from above and watching him being sucked by Ashlie and Samara turned me on. I wanted to have sex – with anyone, guy or girl and having a choice of boobs to fondle and lips to kiss just made me more and more aroused. Laura, maybe having a sixth sense had perched on the sofa behind me and slipped her fingers between my. Wow! Ten years of TLCing the little ones. That's hard to believe. The Smithsons, Hank and Betty, have been one of my several steady clients since I began baby sitting. They have watched me grow up from a dweeby kid to a vivacious high school senior. I was a late bloomer, both physically and emotionally. Puberty came in early eighth grade with a patch of hair under each arm, but only a smattering of pubic hair.Puberty also brought menstrual periods, but little other outward physical changes..