I started messaging her thigh. It was very smooth. I was messaging and also squeezing her thigh. Slowly I raised my hand and started touching her pant...y. It was already wet. I put my hand on her panty and messaged her choot. She was biting her lips.Time was passing by and all the elders one by one left the show and proceeded for sleeping and there were only children who were keen to finish the show.As there were no elders so I became bold and made myself near to her and cupped her breast. She. But that was nothing to what she felt like when she washed herself between her legs. Sometimes that felt so good that her knees got weak and she had to lean against the side of the shower stall.It was almost like she had grown a bunch of new nerves as her body continued to grow and change.And apparently Uncle Bob had noticed. Marci had seen him stealing lots of looks at those breasts. He hadn't said anything about them, of course, but he sure seemed to like to stare at them. That made her tummy. "Philip's expression had become stern but it was only a pretense, so Sophia knew they hadn't gotten to the meat of the discussion yet. The sudden interrogation was little more than pandering to the black market listeners who wanted to hear her squirm.She gave him equally false concern, "It would be debasing my sister's memory to restore the ship she is famous for piloting, only to keep it on the ground. As for your insinuation that I would hold myself above the laws that apply to all. “What are you doing?” she asked, wiping herself clean with the toilet tissue before flushing it away. I could hear her washing her hands in the sink. “N… nothing,” I replied, almost forcing myself against the cold, white marble wall. “Are you playing with yourself?” she whispered, coming closer to the door. “N… no. It’s just a little embarrassing, that’s all,” I returned, using both of my hands to cover up my horniness. “You are aren’t you? C’mon, I won’t tell if you don’t. You're not shy, are.