His hands had traveled down to her warm pussy and he had spread her lips with his fingers. His thumb had found her clit and she moaned in his mouth. H...e rubbed her slowly. He wasn't in a rush. She moaned again as his middle finger entered her tight canal. He fucked her with his finger slowly, her pussy wet and tight on his finger. He groaned when her pussy started tightening on his finger as she came. He sat on the chair and brought her pussy closer. He inhaled and groaned. That smell of her sex. Our fathers were away. I persuaded Tashu to play a new game called ‘Show Yourself’ and the rule was, we pick up a piece of folded paper from a box and show to the other person whatever was written on it (e.g. legs, eyes, shirt, clip, etc. and of course penis, vagina too). She agreed reluctantly. First turn was mine and it was abdomen. I showed her mine. She was little confused since she had not much knowledge of biology and human body parts at that age and so it was a great opportunity for me. The waitress gave us an odd little smile. I wasn’t sure if she knew what Sharon’s hand was doing or if she was just trying to be polite. I guess the former as waitresses don’t usually miss much and most have some wild tales of what they have seen in their years of serving customers.“Sharon, my darling, I’m going to have to depend on you to help Rob our IT guy out on this massive project that I’ve given him. It turns out that there are people on the Jaxson, Inc. payroll that no longer work for. ‘I don’t know. Maybe we should wait. Maybe we shouldn’t tell her just yet.’ ‘What?’ Sarah shot me an incredulous look. ‘I can’t believe I’m hearing this.’ Neither could I. I found myself swapping the handset from palm to palm. ‘But we used to be good together–‘ ‘Becky!’ This time she sounded more like my big sister of old, using much the same tone she’d used on finding out I’d borrowed her clothes when we were teenagers. ‘He cheated on you–‘ ‘I know.’ ‘The week before your wedding.’ ‘I know.’.