Mrs Hopkins felt just so degraded as she saw that Jessica had sat on another kitchen chair and was pointing to the floor by her side. As she stepped a...ross the room and stood on exactly the spot Jessica was pointing at she looked down and saw Jessica’s bare lap as she was wearing her cotton panty shorts and knew her own bare tummy would be lying across Jessica’s bare thighs. It was at that moment that Mrs Hopkins realised the reason she had never spanked Jessica was because she saw her as her. Linda stood quickly and slid her panties straight down and off, she passed them to me, I felt how wet they were. “That’s better dear, now relax “, Bob’s hand back on her thigh, I watched memerised as his fingers teased my wife’s pussy, he was soon working his thick finger between her lips as he whispered to her. Linda started to moan as he teased her clit, her legs spread now to gie him better access, her hand reaching for his cock, he guided her hand to his cock it was hard and I could see her. She continued the slow and steady pace abandoning her bud and began to rock her hips against her fingers purring slightly as her hips rose and fell. Her eyes rolled back slightly behind her closed eyes as her fingers began to move in and out of her quickly causing her to moan louder than she had intended. Her fingers slammed in and out of her as her left hand returned back to breast causing her to groan. The mix of suds and the touch of her own hand sending her over the edge she wanted release. Michael followed back into the warm shop. She went back to the her position behind the counter as Michael sat down on the worn leather couch that faced the stage. He set his beer down on the table in front of him. Dark rings littered the table from years of coffee mugs being set and bumped. He leaned back and look around, in front of where he was sitting was the stage, on one side was the window that over looked the area he was at moments ago. Old and broken guitars hung from hooks by the.