The air teased the rest of my pussy, my damps lips feeling so cool. My fingers itched to rub my pussy.I wouldn’t.And not just because I was in publi...c. A good girl only cums when her Daddy gives her permission. And I didn’t have permission to cum when Daddy wasn’t around. So I had to endure the butt plug and the thrill of my short skirt and no panties.When I reached Sun’s house, I was flushed and breathing heavily. I rang the doorbell and pushed my skirt down as I waited. A few moments later,. Her fingers massaged every part of my vagina in a way I'd never felt before. She began to make circles around my clit, slowly at first, then with increasing speed. I could feel an orgasm gathering inside my tummy. Was this really happening? It was so hot! Her breasts pressed hard into my back as my breathing came up and I began to moan softly. Then she backed off, gliding her fingers down the outside of my labia, lower towards my butthole. I was so wet everywhere that they slid freely. For an. Mom looked back at him.“He’s caught a version of the flu. It’s not from our dimension. I’ve got a sample so I should be able to make an antidote, but for now, no one should be swapping fluids with him. That means no kissing, no sucking his cock, no having him eat you out, and no sex.” Dr. Nitty said. “We don’t know what ramifications it would have, or how aggressive it will be here.”“What was that thing?” I asked weakly.“Oh, that’s just my Psi-Scan. It allows me to scan a person and tell what. The bartender spotted us and came over saying, "You guys need to get a room, and I don't appreciated this kind of behavior." The guy apologized and removed his hand from my wet snatch. He then gave me a quick kiss and said he hoped I'd still be around later and he'd take me up on my offer. I said OK if I still here. At this point I had been finger fucked at the bar but did not have an orgasm, and the bartender wasn't too happy since this was a "respectable" hotel. I told the bartender my room.