‘Once more, ‘ she hushed. He must know it doesn’t need more cleaning, but she knew Timmy well enough to know he would be too embarrassed to say,...apart from how he was obviously enjoying every tender caress of Mummy’s fingers.She rinsed her hands in the sink. When she returned, the single string of pre-cum dangling from the end to the bath was still there. Audrey couldn’t resist taking the fine thread with her finger tips and smoothing it over his glans before, once more, running her fingers. I felt a sense of power as I sawthe need in his face. Smirking, I turned around and laid on my back, withmy ass at the end of the bed. "You know what I want."He got the message and damn near tore my new shorts off trying to get tomy ass. I wiggled out of them while motioning for him to lose whatever hehad left on. When he found his old thong snuggly holding my package, hesmiled at me before resting his own next to mine. I bit my lip as wecompared sizes before pulling my legs back and moving the. She felt a slight trickle of precious juice find its way to her outer lips as she could sense eyes on her. But which eyes? The hot forty-year-old construction guy with the bitchy wife to the southeast, or the recently revealed lesbian to the north? It didn’t matter. They both made her wet. Jacqueline felt guilty as she stood at the edge of the guest bedroom window. She had no reason to be in that room. She should be in her den, on her computer, laying out drawings or talking to clients on. I wanted to play with myself over and over. But, before I could continue, I looked at my clock and wailed in frustration.I left my bed, ran down the corridor to the shower room, quickly soaped my body down and redressed. I had lectures to attend. As I entered the lecture hall, I flicked out my phone. I wanted to send Amy a quick message, but I couldn't work out what to write. Should I say something sexy? Something kind? Something reassuring? I didn't know, and I didn't have the luxury of time.
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